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 CONTENTS. 
 
 THE PROPHET i 
 
 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS . . . 165 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION 191 
 
 NOTES 323 
 
THE PROPHET. 
 
DRAMATIS PERSON.^. 
 
 David Starr The Prophet. 
 
 Elkanah . His Father. 
 
 Hannah His Mother. 
 
 Rhoda Afterwards his Wife. 
 
 NiMROD Kraft .... Afterwards High-Priest. 
 Livia Romney . . . . a Wotnan of the World. 
 Simeon 1 
 
 \ , . . Members of the Council of Twelve. 
 Hugh 
 
 Jonas J 
 
 ■Sarah Wife of Jonas. 
 
 Peter . . . An Orphan, the Prophet^s Serving-Man. 
 
 Colonel Hyde Sheriff. 
 
 Hiram A Me?nber of the Church. 
 
 A Preacher. People of David's 7teighborhood. Members of the 
 church. Women. Colonel Hyde'' s followers. 
 
 Time, i8 — . 
 
 The scene of Act I. is a New England State ; of the four 
 following Acts, a Western State. 
 
 Between Acts I. and H. there is an interval of two years ; 
 between Acts H. and IH., an interval of one year. 
 
THE PROPHET. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 The porch, frotti-yard, and garden of a farm-house. Late 
 afternoon. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 5' I "• IS a good ending of the harvest. Now 
 
 -L We may be sure that every sheaf is stacked 
 Ere rain can spoil it. One load more, I think, 
 Said David. But the farther side is low, 
 A deeper soil, bears well : he may be wrong, 
 If on the right side of the estimate. 
 I always counted less than likely seemed ; 
 Tried to surprise myself, as it might be, 
 And so increase my luck. He 's over young 
 For under-guessing ; takes the most at once. 
 And discounts profit long before it comes. 
 The lad is not like me, or times are changed. 
 I was my father over, he declared. 
 And liked to say so ; but good stock improves ; 
 Hey, Hannah .'' 
 
4 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Nay, I heard you : I must think, 
 Whether I will or no, about the boy, 
 As in the anxious time when he was born. 
 Late fruit is best, they say, — the only kind 
 Keeps over winter ; but it may get ripe, 
 Like pippins, when the orchard 's bare of leaves. 
 Your disappointment and your discontent 
 You do forget ; but I remember all, 
 Bearing the blame : and when he came, at last, 
 I said within my heart. Because of that 
 The Lord means something. Now I plague myself, 
 Thinking I see, and straightway seeing not, 
 The sign thereof revealed in David's life. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 You could not help such fancies, I suppose, 
 While he was on the way. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 I know your thought : 
 You 've the same right to seek yourself in him, 
 But will not find it : he is most of me. 
 Why, forty years have you and I been wed ; 
 And four and twenty has he been with us. 
 I cannot say beforehand, thus and so 
 Will speak my husband, or decide, or act ; 
 But I must wait : yet, if a woman were 
 By some strange miracle become a man, 
 Then I should be our David's very self 
 In feeling and in purpose. Something moves 
 His mind beyond our daily round of work : 
 I know not what it is, and dare not ask. 
 Lest prying words, before the proper time, 
 Breed mischief. 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 Wife, the boy is all a man : 
 He '11 soon spy out what 's wanting. 
 
 Ah, not that ! 
 
 PETER. 
 {Singing at a distance.) 
 Sing, blow the wind o' mornings ! 
 Sing, blow the wind, 'igh O ! 
 Sing, brush away the morning dew, 
 Sing, blow, blow, blow ! 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 The last load : otherwise, would Peter sing 
 
 Not quite so loudly. They have built it broad, 
 
 Mayhap, and high, to save another. Well, 
 
 Whether it show good luck or management 
 
 Makes odds in the end. There be two ways of work ; 
 
 And one is doing it because you must, 
 
 And one because you like. Look when it 's done, 
 
 You '11 see small difference, as the case is now ; 
 
 And I misdoubt me sorely which it is. 
 
 DAVID. 
 {Singing, distant at first, but gradually drawing nearer!) 
 If one to yonder mountain saith. 
 
 Be cast into the sea ! 
 And doubteth not, so filled with faith. 
 
 The mount removed shall be. 
 Though love is first, yet faith is chief : 
 Lord, I believe ; help Thou mine unbelief ! 
 
 Behold, He granteth prophecy, 
 And gift of tongues, to all : 
 
6 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 His fullest bounty waits for me, 
 
 Tliougli I delay to call. 
 The measure of our clays is brief : 
 Lord, I believe ; help Thou mine unbelief ! 
 
 (Rhoda, approaching the house from the opposite side, pauses at 
 the gate, and listens. She begins to sing, at first in a low 
 voice, then louder to the close ; when David appears.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I thought of you, and straightway find you here. 
 Was that your prayer, as well ? I '11 not believe 
 You utter words, as one lets pebbles drop, 
 To splash in water : you 've a helpful soul, 
 I think, to make another's faith more firm 
 By just believing, Rhoda ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 What I am 
 Can I declare ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Then I will set you forth. 
 I '11 say that love in you is one with faith : 
 The trust you give means an eternal term, 
 And following through good and ill report, 
 And with strong heart sustaining where the mind 
 Would stop and question. These were woman's gifts, 
 When she beheld the Master, and obeyed ; 
 And they are yours ; if I supposed you false, 
 I should be most unhappy. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 No, not false ! 
 Believe me, David, anything but that ! 
 
 [ They pass into the garden. 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 
 
 They both forget us ! Even his face is strange, 
 Most strange and beautiful with serious thought ; 
 While hers is troubled, jet has nought of pain. 
 I do not understand it. She 's a child. 
 Is Rhoda still ; and wise she never seemed. 
 Can one give counsel, comprehending not 
 The doubtful matter .'' Surely unto her 
 He cannot show what he keeps back from me ! 
 Men seek clear notions, whether fair or foul, 
 When they have pondered anything so long 
 As he with this. They take the orchard-path : 
 The fruit will hardly be their chief concern. 
 Yet gives fair ground that I may follow them. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 {^Laughing to himself.) 
 
 Ha, ha ! I see no mystery in the thing. 
 A practised tongue has Hannah, takes her way 
 And justifies it, past my argument ; 
 Yet now and then, like one in too much haste, 
 Her notions trip, and throw her flat on mine. 
 Because the lad was moony, she, forsooth, 
 Must think him like a Samuel, set apart 
 For this or t'other ; but it's nothing new. 
 He goes the way of flesh and blood, that first 
 Knows hardly what the natural ailment is, 
 Till each finds out, and then the other heals. 
 Yes, yes, these women ! Best to give them line, 
 And let them pry a while among the clouds 
 For what their very noses touch. She kept 
 Him close, and preached upon and coddled him, 
 As if a root of wilder oats is killed 
 
 \Exit. 
 
8 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 When you keep down the top. The girl, 't is true, 
 Might have a bigger dowry : let that pass ! 
 High time it is to settle him atresh ; 
 And Hannah has no call to interfere. 
 
 [Exit 
 
 (Hannah, David, a/id Rhoda return.) 
 DAVID. 
 
 Neither to you nor Rhoda, mother. Both 
 Must wait what cometh ; for, if I could say. 
 Then I should know. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 And each of you is sure 
 You love the other .'' I have seen no signs. 
 Even neighbor's children do not change so much, 
 But there is seeking, doubt, and bashfulness, 
 Which will betray them. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 None of these are ours : 
 I did not seek what was already found ; 
 And truth in me prohibits doubt of her. 
 If what concerneth life was once ordained 
 For others, there must be direction still. 
 The nearest heart is ever easiest read : 
 So, reading Rhoda's by the light of mine 
 And that above, as one may hold pure glass 
 Before the least of stars, nor make it dim, 
 I saw that each was chosen. Rhoda, speak, 
 And tell me once again your heart is mine ! 
 
 rhoda. 
 You know it, even if I answered Nay. 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 
 
 Scene II. — A Camp-Meeting. 
 
 A grove of large, scattered oak-trees. Against two, which 
 stand near together, a platfor7n is built, supporting a pulpit 
 of rough timber. In front of the platform are benches 
 of planks, upon which several hundred persons are seated, 
 David, Rhoda, and Peter among them. Tents are 
 pitched under the borders of the grove. Many persons 
 kneeling at the front benches, weeping a7id shouting. 
 
 HYMN. 
 There is a fountain filled with blood 
 
 Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; 
 And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 THE preacher. 
 
 (Resuming his exhortation, which was ijiterrupted by the 
 hymn.) 
 
 Oh, there are more among ye shall be plucked 
 As brands from out the burning ! By the hair 
 I '11 seize you, — even by the single hair 
 That holds you from the pit ! My hands are singed 
 With loosening the Devil's grip on souls ; 
 And you, who should strike out with fists and feet, 
 Leave me the fight, the cowards that you are ! 
 You think the Lord can't see you : even so 
 The ostrich sticketh in the sand her head 
 To save her gay tail-feathers : pull them out, 
 And cast them from you ! Though you hide your- 
 selves 
 Under the mountains, it will not be long ; 
 He '11 send you wriggling forth, as mean as mice ; 
 And, though you dive down in the deepest sea, 
 
lo THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 He '11 haul you to the surface like a \vhale, 
 Harpooned, and spouting blood. 
 
 {Cries and groans among the people.) 
 
 Yes, gnash and roar 
 Like lions on the hills of Havilum ; 
 But, all the same, He '11 ask full price of you. 
 Come up, ye publicans and sinners ! Kneel, 
 Pray hard, mourn with the mourners, and be saved ! 
 Strike off the crusted brimstone from your feet, 
 And swap the Devil's fire for water of life ! 
 Oh ! don't I know you ? This one's pride of mind, 
 And that one's wretched fear of what folks say, 
 And t' other's cold " morality," as if 
 An ice-house better than an oven baked, — 
 Oh ! don't I know ? I had them all myself : 
 I was a scurvy sheep, distempered, bad 
 With foot and mouth disease : He picked me up, 
 And, as it were, greased me with oil of grace, 
 And washed my spotted fleece until it shone. 
 You think you 're clean already; but He sees 
 Red under broadcloth, silk, and calico, — 
 Only your livers white ! 
 
 (Several more come forward to the front benches, and kneel 
 down with loud cries. ) 
 
 Two, three, four, five I 
 Each one as nine and ninety righteous men : 
 Why, these alone outweigh the rest of you ! 
 You give a serpent when he asks for fish ; 
 And He upsets, as men their wagons tilt. 
 His four-horse loads of mercies and of gifts, 
 And buries with them all that say, " I need." 
 (His eyes meet those of David, who leans foi-ward in his seat 
 with a fixed, abstracted gaze.) 
 
 I see another sinner ! He 's afraid : 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. ] 
 
 It may be that he magnifies his sin. 
 But, don't you know, the bigger load you bear, 
 The greater comfort when you cast it off ? 
 Oh ! you '11 be pardoned fully, not a doubt : 
 He likes to pardon. Trembling brother, come ! 
 You will not .'' Say, then, do you love the Lord ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 [Rising, as ifwilh a struggle and spealziiig slowly.) 
 Whether I love Him, and how well, He knows. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 [Aside to his neighbor.) 
 Not quite the answer he expected. 
 
 THE PREACHER. 
 
 Yes, 
 He knoweth. Do you seek a hole in the net. 
 Caught by the gills already .'' Yes, He knows : 
 These mourners cry to Him because of that. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Let Him be Judge of me ! 
 
 THE PREACHER. 
 
 He is your Judge 
 Without your letting. These are Devil's tricks, — 
 This playing pitch-and-toss with holy words, 
 To gain a little time. Come up, choose sides ! 
 The Lord means business. Where a gnat 's enough 
 For others, must you have an elephant. 
 And all His promises rammed down your throat, 
 Before you know their taste ? 
 
i^ THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 DAVID {eago-ly). 
 
 His promises ? — 
 The power of miracle and prophecy. 
 And gift of tongues ? He promised them to all ; 
 And Paul confirmed it. Tell me, then, the signs ! 
 The heart within me aches from stress of faith : 
 I have no need to pray, except for power, 
 Which is the seal and covenant for them 
 Whom He has chosen. 
 
 (Moz'etnaits and exclamations among the people.) 
 
 THE PREACHER. 
 
 So take hold on hell 
 The proud of spirit. What ! the gift of tongues, 
 The power of miracle and prophecy. 
 You ask, without repentance, prayer, and grace ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 For what should I repent ? Why pray as these 
 Who cry from secret consciousness of sin ? 
 I never let a fault against me stand 
 For d.ay of settlement, then balanced all 
 By pleading bankrupt, only to begin 
 A fresh account. Acceptance, yea, and faith, 
 Are mine already, tenfold more than yours. 
 Who neither ask, nor know what ye should ask. 
 
 THE PREACHER. 
 
 We choose His simple way. You would mislead : 
 Be silent ! 
 
 CRIES AMONG THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Out ! A very infidel ! — 
 No sinner ? Never prays ? Why, Antichrist 
 Could say no more ! To face the preacher so ! 
 Awav with him ! 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 13 
 
 PETER. 
 ( Ttirning siiddeidy, with clinched fists.) 
 
 The preacher drew him on, 
 And got no worse than he deserved. I say, 
 Touch him, it won't be " Glory ! " that you '11 shout, 
 After a sore repentance. 
 
 If I shake 
 This dust from off my feet, I do no more 
 Than was commanded. Have you privilege 
 To darken counsel with your cloud of words 1 
 To teach the lesser part, reject the whole, 
 And mutilate His glory unto men ? 
 Woe to the Pharisees and hypocrites, 
 Even here as there, even in these latter days, 
 As when upon the paths of Galilee 
 His feet were beautiful ! My words are said. , 
 {^He leaves the place amid a great outcry and confusion^ 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 A lonely lane, cveniftg. 
 
 DAVID {solus). 
 Cast out ? By them that think they do believe, 
 Cursed for believing? God ! what, then, is truth ? 
 Why, here Thy minted gold is worn with use, 
 Sweated in handling, till the head thereon 
 Is quite rubbed out, the superscription dim. 
 I did but offer it as freshly coined, 
 With all its glorious promise legible, 
 And they cry, " Counterfeit ! " Ten talents given, 
 Nine have they buried, and a single one 
 
14 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 Divide among the people, who are blind, 
 And blindly led : shall I not therefore see ? 
 
 ( He pauses, and looks itpwai'ds. ) 
 How reach the faith so perfect and assured 
 That every gift must follow ? I have tried, 
 Sought evidence in lightest, easiest ways : 
 Nothing obeyed. So I have not the faith, 
 Or — O my God ! there is no faith, no power, 
 Nor miracle ; and never can have been. 
 But this is madness ! This makes truth a lie, 
 Makes life an emptiness far worse than death. 
 Peoples the world with devils, drives men mad, 
 And substitutes — 
 
 {Another pause.) 
 I had not thought of that. 
 Times changed, conditions changed : hence special 
 
 need 
 Of worthiness through trial, harder now 
 Than when all understood what meant belief, 
 And perfect faith was natural to them. 
 How can I measure mine by other men's ? 
 I saw not right : I claimed the highest power, 
 Unpurchased. What apostle shall declare, 
 As then, the fealty of a human soul ? 
 Not he ; not he ! And are not all alike. 
 Giving their husks of doctrine for His bread? 
 The ground we stand on is too far apart : 
 Whom seek ? Why, none ! A hand is on my head, 
 A finger points the way. 
 
 PETER [coming up). 
 
 I meant to leave 
 When you did ; but, because I cannot swear 
 As properly as they, and just let fly 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 15 
 
 Hard lumps of words like stones to hit and hurt, 
 They cursed me roundly, — in a holy way ; 
 And one, with hand upon my collar, cried, 
 " Down, sinner, and repent ! " I answered him 
 Between the eyes ; then dashed the rest apart, 
 And so got headway. Let us hurry on : 
 They're after us. 
 
 And if they were ? My right 
 Is greater. Did you understand my words ? 
 
 As much as his. He did not answer you : 
 That I could understand. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If unto you 
 So much was manifest, and to the rest, 
 They only want authority and sign. 
 Which I must purchase. Peter, I believe 
 All men are brethren when they see the truth. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 You never called me " brother ; " yet you did 
 Even as a brother. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Did I so, indeed .? 
 I thought not of it. 
 
 ( They walk forwards.) 
 
 PETER. 
 Why should you not preach ? 
 There always must be preachers in the world. 
 
t6 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 We 're used to them ; and people say that things 
 Would go to wrack without them ; but I wish 
 They 'd yell and bang and thunder less. Somehow 
 The text is friendly, smooth, and innocent 
 As seems a flint ; yet soon they knock from it 
 Thick sparks of hell-fire, and the sulphur-stink 
 Goes to men's heads, and sets them raving wild. 
 You W preach some comfort, now. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Would you believe ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Why not ? Something we must believe, they say. 
 What I can't understand I take on trust. 
 It 's getting late : the hogs and cattle know 
 There 's earlier feeding-time when Sunday comes. 
 {He hastens on.) 
 
 The world is peaceful. There should be no sin : 
 There need not be, or misery, any more. 
 Yon blue is loftier than the changing wind. 
 And spreads serenely back of cloud and storm 
 To show us what we might be. Wherefore strive "i 
 Faith puts contention quietly aside. 
 Smiles, and is master. 
 
 (R/ioda ove)- takes him.) 
 
 I have need of you. 
 My Rhoda. Sooner than the signs announced, 
 The time draws nigh. Here, walk beside me now 
 At the beginning, as it were the end. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I was not frightened. All you said was true. 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 17 
 
 I thought you answered as one having power ; 
 And so did many others. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Rhoda, look ! 
 How yonder little cloud is all afire, 
 As if a rose unshrivelled so could burn, 
 That was so gray and dull ! Even such am I. 
 I cannot help the color, nor escape 
 The light that shines upon me. You will be 
 Yon other cloud, that mingles with the first 
 While now we gaze ; and let the multitude 
 Spread as the clammy meadow-mists below, 
 That never saw the sunset ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 And I feared 
 That you might be disquieted in soul ! — 
 Your peace and strength leave all the trouble mine, 
 I can but take whatever light is yours, 
 That is not wasted from a nobler use. 
 I will not speak of mine unworthiness ; 
 For that were thankless censure of your heart, 
 Which finds me worthy. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Proven so again ! 
 You are a glass wherein I see myself 
 Reflected as I change, — now clear, now dim. 
 And soon (or else, I think, the earth shall cease) 
 Clothed on with brightness, as a lamp with flame. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I pray that I may read what you intend. 
 It must be so : how, otherwise, give help ? 
 2 
 
iS THE PROPHET. lAcT I. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Will help be needed ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Will not trouble come ? 
 I have the feeling that foretells a storm 
 When not a cloud has gathered, — sultry, strange, 
 And full of restlessness which is not fear. 
 This is of me alone : untouched are you 
 By that which you regard not. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Let me be ! 
 Stand off, keep silence, wait and hope ! One step 
 'Gives me the pathway ; but my lifted foot 
 Feels in the dark, conjectures an abyss 
 Where one bold thrust might touch the solid base. 
 My peace and strength, you said ? There 's seeming 
 
 peace 
 When hope, desire, and prayer have done their most, 
 And wait in agony the answer. Come ! 
 I hardly feel the earth that bears me up. 
 The sky is blazing ; all the air is gold ; 
 And every hill-top is a step to heaven. 
 
 \They pass on. 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 The sitting-room of the farm-house, dusk. HANNAH seated in 
 an old arjn-chair at the zvindow. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 If half of Peter's story be the truth, 
 
 The thing will make disturbance. Not of that. 
 
 As him affecting, should I be afraid. 
 
 Were not the place, and manner of his words, 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 19 
 
 Weapons against him. Brooding men are rash 
 When forced or cozened to declare themselves ; 
 And he has made, if more his thought includes, 
 Unwise beginning. Whither will it lead ? 
 He angers me, who, in my younger days. 
 Was often hotly angered with myself 
 Without such bitter cause ; and, having led 
 In love so long, I now must lead by blame. 
 It is a pestilent business, and for nought ! 
 I did not say a word against his choice, 
 Though higher — he a man so proper, she 
 As hundreds are — he had the right to look. 
 And now this useless, flighty piece of work ! 
 
 ELKANAH [entering). 
 Oh, yes ! you 've heard. Although I hardly see 
 Your face, I know you know it. Well, this once 
 I think we shall agree. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 First speak your mind. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 My mind is yours. I always thought you wise 
 As women may be : therefore there 's no cause 
 To make this that, when all is clear as day. 
 My name and standing in the neighborhood, 
 And yours, are likely to be touched ; for none 
 Will side with him. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 How .'' None ? Suppose him right 
 Not rash or flighty, as the thing may seem. 
 But wise and well-considered, shall he bear 
 Unjust abuse, and we take no concern ? 
 Then were our name and standing touched indeed ! 
 
20 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 {Lifting up his hands.) 
 Why, wedded forty years (the words are yours), 
 I cannot say beforehand, thus and so 
 Will speak my wife, when wisdom, reason, sense. 
 Have but one language. Did I call you wise ? 
 I knew not what I said. The moon-struck boy 
 First cracks the egg-shell of his addled brain ; 
 And yours, to please him, then begins to split. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Elkanah, hush ! But, nay ! speak as you list, 
 And let your anger breathe itself on me. 
 Though I be sore confounded, I withhold 
 Untimely chiding, which confirms the fault 
 Not felt as such by him ; and, if the thing 
 Be verily justified, avoid a sin. 
 Be gentle with your first and only born. 
 
 DAVID. 
 [Entering hastily). 
 Father ! Mother ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Behold us here, my son ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I will not call you any other names. 
 Though all be granted. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 As a favor, then ? 
 Say more, or less, and let your riddles drop. 
 My wits are dumb. 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 21 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 This iiuist be the command. 
 
 \Exit. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 If ever ! Did you mark his lordly air ? 
 Let us be thankful, that, because he made 
 A strange disturbance in a godly place, 
 He still acknowledges he is our son. 
 
 HANNAH {rising). 
 Oh, spare me any more ! 'T was not in pride 
 He spake. He scarcely thought of us : his soul 
 Is moved by madness, or a mighty truth. 
 Or both in battle. All my blood grew cold : 
 My limbs are trembling still. 
 
 {She lights a lamp.) 
 
 I fear the dusk. 
 There was a bat before the window brushed, 
 A hoot-owl cried. Well, call me anything — 
 Mistaken, silly, weak — when this is past ; 
 But now be kind. 
 
 (David comes back. He pauses in the centre of the room, with 
 a strange, rapt expression of face.) 
 
 Will you not speak to us, 
 My son ! Declare so much as may be told : 
 We listen. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {As if speaking to himself.) 
 Quarantania ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 {After a pates e.) 
 
 Nay, nay, nay, 
 This is no answer : do not frighten us ! 
 
22 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 Whatever purpose so disturbs your brain 
 You cannot speak it, neither shape its form 
 Clearly unto yourself, give words, but words : 
 Silence is poison. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {^Louder than before.) 
 
 Quarantania ! 
 
 \He passes out the door. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Ah, 
 He 's lost ! My husband, help ! the world is dark. 
 (She falls in a swoon.) 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 A wild, rocky valley between hills covered with forests ; on the 
 left an overhanging cliff; a small brook in the foreground. 
 
 DAVID [solus). 
 The second day is sinking to its end, 
 How slowly ! These eternities of thought 
 Wherein I grope, and strive to lose myself. 
 Spin to a weary length the glaring hours. 
 I would the night were come ; for I am faint. 
 And from my hold the things I pray to reach 
 Seem weakly slipping. Night will give them back, 
 When every star shines comfort, and the air 
 Is crossed all ways by print of noiseless feet 
 That on mysterious errands come and go. 
 Could I recall my vision ! All is clear 
 Save that — my bed of leaves beneath the rock ; 
 The doubt if I were still indeed mj'self. 
 And any thing was what it seemed ; until 
 
Scene v.] THE PROPHET. 23 
 
 Came languid peace, then awe and shuddering 
 Without a cause, a frost in every vein. 
 And the heart hammered, as to burst mine ears. 
 Something shd past me, cold and serpent-like : 
 The trees were filled with whispers ; and afar 
 Called voices not of man : and then my soul 
 Went forth from me, and spread and grew aloft 
 Through darting lights — His arrows, here and there 
 Shot down on earth. But now my knowledge fades : 
 What followed, keener, mightier, than a dream. 
 My hope interprets. Only his I know, — 
 The dark, invisible pillars of the sky 
 Breathed like deep organ-pipes of awful sound : 
 A myriad myriad tongues the choral sang ; 
 And drowned in it, stunned with excess of power, 
 My soul sank down, and sleep my body touched. 
 
 {He pauses, and looks around.) 
 
 The shadows will not lengthen. All my throat 
 
 Seems choked with dust. I never knew before 
 
 How beautiful may be a little brook. 
 
 I cannot leave it, cannot turn mine eyes, 
 
 So tempting and so innocent it runs. 
 
 If I might drink ! The dry blood else may breed 
 
 Fever and fiightiness. I must be sound, 
 
 Or soon — 
 
 {He stoops suddenly, dips tip the water in his hand, aiid 
 drinks. ) 
 
 Oh, sweet as Cana's wedding-wine ! 
 Did He not offer it ? Such sudden bliss, 
 Born of the body, penetrates my brain ! 
 I doubt no more : the vision will return. 
 
 ( There is a rtistling among the leaves. A snake thrusts its head 
 forth from under a bush, and gazes at him.) 
 
24 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 Temptation, was it ? and the tempter, thou, 
 
 In thy first shape ? I will not be afeared. 
 
 If thou hast power, come forth : if I, depart ! 
 
 I dare the fascination of thine eyes : 
 
 Look thou, lest mine subdue thee ! Is it so ? 
 
 He veils the glittering, bead-like sparks, and turns. 
 
 Startled, and winds in sinuous escape. 
 
 Why, this is fresh fulfilment of the Word ! 
 
 Faint not, my soul : the rest will surely come. 
 
 \He walks slowly away. 
 
 {After a little space enters) 
 NIMROD KRAFT. 
 
 Yon must be he they seek : he is the same 
 I also seek ; but let me not be rash. 
 If, by the spirit driven that bade him speak, 
 He hides for meditation, or is verily daft, 
 As they whose minds take up too sore a load. 
 He must be humored. I will watch him close 
 Until some act or gesture give me hint, 
 And then approach discreetly. 
 
 \He follows 
 {Enter Rhoda and Peter.) 
 
 PETER. 
 
 •Shall I call 
 (He knows my whoop), or sing the hymn he made ? 
 
 {Sings, but not loudly.) 
 
 " If one to yonder mountain saith, 
 ' Be cast into the sea ! ' " 
 
 There ! I forget the rest. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Nay, now ; keep stiU ! 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 25 
 
 I 've but a guess to guide me ; and it says 
 He will not see us. Sure, that word betrayed 
 His thought. But can this be the place ? or where ? 
 Ah, while we wait, perhaps he 's lying dead ! 
 Foohsh ! I know he lives. Some lives are safe, 
 Because they are not meant for pleasant paths : 
 Some wits keep sound, to work for other minds. 
 I must not fear ; he would not have me fear : 
 If he discover us, I must be shamed, 
 Showing so little faith. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 And so much care ! 
 If this goes on, I '11 shortly preach myself. 
 I '11 give you sparrows for example, toads. 
 And stupid owls : no one goes off alone. 
 And t' other fears to look for 't ! Did the Lord 
 Put such a powerful pressure on his head. 
 To leave him, sudden, like a will-o'-the-wisp. 
 The work unfinished ? Then 't was not the Lord. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 You've spoken wiselier, Peter, than you think. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 So wisdom 's cheap ! I never valued much 
 My random notions : what they call horse-sense 
 I always had ; and that sometimes will serve 
 Even folks that prance so high above our heads. 
 Now, here 's the question : Is he like to starve ? 
 You think he means to try it. Well and good ! — 
 And we must search, but not find openly ; 
 Feed him, without his knowledge ; watch his ways, 
 And not be noticed. So I 've nought to do 
 
26 THE rROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 But look for tracks, and leave the provender : 
 The risk is yours. 
 
 {ffe goes slowly up the brook, with a basket on his arm.) 
 
 RHODA {solus). 
 
 I try to force my soul 
 To follow his, and question not the way. 
 Within this valley, called the Wilderness, 
 He must be hidden, if I understand. 
 To win, in solitude, the faith and power. 
 'T is pleasant, now : the shadows of the hills 
 Soothe the hot leaves with dreams of coming dew ; 
 The crannies of the serpent-haunted rocks 
 No longer threaten ; and the water here 
 Runs onward with a soft, contented sound. 
 I will believe him safe. And what is night 
 But as a darksome cloth that covers us ? 
 Nothing can harm him, for he did no harm ; 
 And that for which he goes apart from all 
 Will be vouchsafed, or prayer is fruitless breath. 
 
 PETER {returning). 
 I found his track ! — beside yon biggest rock. 
 On the flat sand, a little water-soaked. 
 And made so freshly, that I stooped. You said 
 He must not see us. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 And you left him food ? 
 
 Upon a shelf that jutted from the rock. 
 Smooth as a platter. There 's no other place, 
 Up stream or down, but briery thickets grow ; 
 And, if he pass before the fowls o' the air 
 Spy out his supper — 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 27 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Come, it is enough ! 
 So glad am I at having guessed aright, 
 I crave no more, lest, pressing on too close, 
 I spoil the certainty of what remains. 
 
 \Exemit, 
 
 Scene VI. 
 
 Another part of the valley ; Nimrod Kraft near some bushes ; 
 David at a Utile distance. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 Behind these bushes I can watch at will. 
 He thinks himself alone ; nay, not of that 
 Thinks he at all : his gaze is bent aloft. 
 Or falls, and roots itself before his feet. 
 So young ! Yet even here he bears himself 
 As one commissioned, who but waits the brief. 
 With seal and clear subscription, ere he act. 
 Why not ? Has God been sleeping all this while, 
 Or only men ? They stand afar and strange, 
 And count their generations Gentile still. 
 Of Christian parents Christian children come, 
 Baptized before begotten, then at birth 
 Set back to ancient heathendom, and spoiled 
 Of all their hoarded heritage. Not such 
 Is he : he claims his birthright, will possess, 
 And may restore to others, bringing back 
 The old, forgotten forces of the Church, 
 Whose right hand is Authority, whose left 
 Obedience. But, however he may build. 
 My coarser strength must hew and set the stones. 
 If but my purpose can be squared with his ! 
 Since he has entered in this open tract 
 
28 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 His spirit wavers : I can see his lips 
 
 Move, as do such that know not if they speak. 
 
 There is no better moment : I will go. 
 
 {He steps forth, and approaches David.) 
 
 The soul within me hither turns my feet, 
 
 And calls upon you. Guide me, help ; forgive 
 
 If that my haste offend ! I come as he, 
 
 Lame from his birth, that shouted, leapt, and ran, 
 
 When once the gentle touch had made him whole. 
 
 DAVID. 
 {After a pause.) 
 I healed you, then, not knowing. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Marvel not ! 
 There 's too much virtue in a perfect faith 
 To take the measure of itself. You are ; 
 And what you are, not knowing, is the power. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Nay, there ! What I invoke I cannot be. 
 How know you aught of me ? 
 
 Yourself did make 
 The revelation. When I saw }-our face 
 Rise from the crowd, I said within my heart, 
 " There 's one will sign his own free covenant ! 
 He reaches high : my arms are short and strong ; 
 But they may touch the gifts within his hand." 
 You spake. I stood afar ; but in my mouth 
 Came a sweet savor, though their husks and stones 
 Still harsh and heavy on my stomach sat. 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 29 
 
 It needs no thousand words to make acquaint : 
 
 There 's something runs in souls more close than blood 
 
 Of them that issue from the selfsame womb ; 
 
 And so in yours. I will not guess your prayer, 
 
 But its fulfilment surely is at hand. 
 
 DAVID [hastily). 
 Make no conjecture ! Speak no further word ! 
 There was a veil within the Temple : grant 
 I may have lifted up its awful folds, 
 And stand, not blasted yet, nor consecrate. 
 
 So think of me as one that waits without, 
 Silent, and hoping much. But, ere I go, 
 
 {Kneels.) 
 I pray you lay your hands upon my head. 
 And bless me, wishing that to my belief 
 Be added understanding ; to my will. 
 The power to serve ; to mine obedience, 
 Some gracious gift. 
 
 DAVID (aside). 
 
 How, then .? Without the power 
 Assume the office ? Yet a blessing dwells 
 Within the heart of him that calls it down ; 
 Or else he dare not. 
 
 (To NiMROD.) 
 
 As thou askest, so 
 May it be given ! From laying here my hands 
 Expect no unction more than I possess. 
 
 NIMROD [rising). 
 But more than I am worthy to receive 
 
30 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 Is even that, so filled am I with light ! 
 
 And they, dumb souls, who for a single ray 
 
 Shout " Glory ! " and are saved, — how could they bear 
 
 The flood that enters me from you ? Farewell ! 
 
 A part is granted : you have forced the gate, 
 
 And stand with dazzled eyesight. When you see. 
 
 Come back to men. 
 
 lExit. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 A powerful soul ! and yet 
 Acknowledges authority in me. 
 Why was I faint or doubtful ? Have I reached 
 Too high, perchance, or dreamed commissioned power 
 Should be by signs and wonders heralded, 
 Not as the simple consequence of faith ? 
 Faith is as beauty is : no maiden feels 
 Through inner sense the glory of her face, 
 But it shines back on her from who perceives. 
 " With dazzled eyesight ? " Darkness comes of that ; 
 And on the finished shrine He sank in cloud. 
 If power unconsciously be held, I climb 
 The while I seem to beat a weary round ; 
 Possess authority beyond my sense ; 
 Am blinded, yea, because so near the light ; 
 And weak, since even now my shoulders bear 
 The unwonted burden. Let the vision come ! 
 It cannot fail : the first and largest star 
 Already glimmers from the expanding vault. 
 And millions wait behind. So sure as they 
 Shall pierce the veil when thickest, even so 
 The first faint lamp within a seeking soul 
 Foretells the revelations crowding on. 
 
Scene VIL] THE PROPHET. 31 
 
 Scene VII. 
 
 A room in the farmhouse ; Elkanah, Hannah, David, 
 Rhoda. 
 
 I try to understand you : if I fail, 
 
 The heart your baby head found comfort on 
 
 Is not to blame. 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 It 's all a waste of words ! 
 You look for duty, and it 's asked of you : 
 Command, or wish, or plead, one answer comes, — 
 He has " authority ! " So much I 've learned : 
 When once a man says that, you might as soon 
 Prevail upon a tortoise in the shell : 
 No words go through it. I have said my say. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If I had given you grief of heart ere this. 
 Sinned unrepenting, disobeyed your will. 
 What I have done would bring rejoicing now. 
 There *s no perversity in whole desire, 
 Or the receiving of the gifts unused 
 Because unclaimed. I could not help but reach ; 
 Then, plucking back my hand, I found it filled. 
 What said you, mother, all my years of youth, 
 But " Seek, and ye shall find " ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 I did, my son. 
 That you have sought, I know : that you have found, 
 I will beheve. But if a healthy tree, 
 Grafted with apple, bearing apple-flowers, 
 
32 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 Should after yield a fruit we never saw, 
 
 What man would taste until he knew it safe ? 
 
 Thus from the hope I nursed springs all at once 
 
 A something strange, sheer wonderment to me 
 
 That gave your nature most. How can I say 
 
 " Go on ! " not knowing whither, or, " Come back ! ' 
 
 Haply from good ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Say nothing, then, but wait : 
 The way is fixed. I know not how I feel 
 His purpose ; yet I feel, and follow him. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Caught out of darkness, shall I turn my back 
 Against the light ? or, spent from wildering ways, 
 Refuse the path that makes my feet secure ? 
 I did not seek my struggle : it was there. 
 Why, men whose souls but burrow in their flesh 
 To feed, like worms in apples early ripe, 
 May say to mine : Be fat, and be content ! 
 But me God sent the butterfly instead ; 
 And it must flutter in the sun, or die. 
 
 PETER (entering). 
 A stranger stands outside. He 's one of them. 
 It seems, that you, that they — But come yourself : 
 Ten steps are easier than my telling it. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 What will he ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Preaching. There, the word is out ! 
 You '11 guess the rest. 
 
 \Exit David. 
 
SCENK VII.] THE PROPHET. 33" 
 
 ELKANAH. 
 
 The business just goes on 
 As I expected ! When was notion bred 
 By mortal brain, that did not set the tongue 
 In gear, to run full-tilt ? He'll cackle, too, 
 So long as folks find something in his ^gg ; 
 Then, may be, when the thing's no longer fresh. 
 There '11 be an end. He sows religious oats, 
 A little heavier in the head, that 's all ; 
 But thorns and stony ground will waste the crop, 
 Or Gospel words mean nothing. 
 
 [Aside to Rhoda.) 
 
 All the talk. 
 (So this man says) in our and other towns 
 Is nought but David : there 's no end of tales. 
 The moral of it they don't rightly know. 
 And bend their ear-flaps, like a restless horse, 
 To catch some new particular. If, now, 
 He has the call to preach, they have to hear. 
 'T will come to that. 
 
 {Exit. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 I never thought of you 
 
 As of a daughter, Rhoda ; yet I see 
 That in your heart his ways are justified, 
 As in his own yourself. Men love the will 
 That bends to theirs ; and she who fain would guide 
 Must seem to follow. I 've directed him 
 Too long to make a new, obsequious change : 
 The place is yours. But, O my daughter (hence 
 I '11 call you so), remember, never man. 
 Though gifted, raised, and made a power in the world, 
 Sufficed unto himself ! Else he were god ; 
 3 
 
34 THE PROPHET. [Act 1. 
 
 And she, the nearest, first, interpreting 
 All womankind to him, he, men to her, 
 Is called, as well, to claim her half of truth, 
 So testing his. I may have borrowed care 
 Where it was not intended : all that 's come 
 Is what my natural sight had long foreseen, 
 Were it not partial. I must needs unloose 
 The precious bond of guidance, let him go, 
 And pray far-off, w^here once I held him close. 
 And breathed my heart in his believing ear. 
 
 Grapes cannot come from thorns, but neither thorns 
 
 From fruitful vines. It is his blossom-time. 
 
 When storm or sudden chill may stint the fruit : 
 
 He should be sheltered. But my speech is scant ; 
 
 And what I say sounds other than I feel. 
 
 So new the life is which he brings to mine, 
 
 So strange, exalted, I forget myself ; 
 
 And, when he needs another's tongue, I fail. 
 
 You love him, you will shortly understand. 
 
 I will not take an atom that was )'Ours 
 
 In all his thought : what he bestows on me 
 
 Is only love ungranted otherwise. 
 
 Scene VIII. 
 
 The same as Scene V. Some of the thickets on both sides of the 
 brook have been roughly cleared away. A number of country- 
 people, chiefly men, are gathered in the space thus made, — 
 some seated on scattered stones, and stumps of trees ; others 
 approaching by the footpath from beloiu. Strong sunshine 
 and heavy shadow alternately ; an uncertain sky, portending 
 storm. 
 
 FIRST MAN. 
 
 T is a fool's errand that we come, I fear. 
 
Scene VIII.] THE PROPHET. 35 
 
 SECOND. 
 
 He '11 keep his word. 
 
 FIRST. 
 
 Perhaps ; but was it given ? 
 
 THIRD. 
 
 Ay, given to me. I offered him a chance 
 Open to use or let alone : he took 
 As eagerly as one that in the road 
 Sees a stray gold-piece. 
 
 SECOND. 
 
 Be he cracked or sane, 
 Four days, they say, he fasted hereabouts. 
 Then, fresh and fair, went home. I 'd not believe, 
 But for accounts of such and stranger things 
 Before our time. 
 
 FIRST. 
 
 He 's nowise different 
 From you or me. A little fresh conceit, 
 Like yeast, will puff a brain above its pan. 
 
 THIRD. 
 
 It 's more than that in him. He looked straight through 
 The face I had, and saw what lay below, — 
 Namely, no faith, but some curiosity, 
 A little fun, withal ; I hardly know, — 
 And smiled, but in a queer, forgiving way, 
 That hurt me afterwards. 
 
 SECOND. 
 
 Stay, there he comes 1 
 I mark no flighty or conceited airs, — 
 A plain young man, pale face, and shining eyes : 
 
36 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 He mounts the rock. See how the sun comes out, 
 And strikes his lieiul ! Be silent, you ! Sit down, 
 Make no disturbance, let him speak his mind ! 
 
 (Standing upon the rock, sings: Rhoda and Peter, below, 
 join in the hymn.) 
 
 Oh, praise the Lord, the Giver ! 
 
 Relieve His burdened hands ! 
 His miracles deliver 
 
 The congregated lands : 
 He poureth as a river, 
 
 And we but take the sands. 
 His fruitful boughs are shaken ; 
 
 His bounties fall as rain : 
 We sit with souls mistaken, 
 
 In penitence and pain : 
 Awaken, world, awaken, 
 
 And spread His feast again ! 
 
 SECOND MAN. 
 
 A gay beginning ! I could join in that 
 With all my voice. 
 
 In many churches. 
 
 FIRST. 
 
 They sing to lively tunes 
 
 THIRD. 
 
 Yes, but say, the while. 
 They 're stolen from the Devil. May be so ; 
 But then the Devil must be a jolly soul, 
 And angels doleful as Bt\^one, dull Care ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 What come 3-6 out to see ? A reed in the wind 1 
 But if God's lips unto a reed be set, — 
 
Scene VIII.] THE PROPHET. 37 
 
 The dryest one that whistles in the marsh, — 
 There comes a music that can soothe the world. 
 I make no claim : I tried to understand 
 The many promises that rust unused ; 
 And all I asked, was, Are they granted yet ? 
 Then, rising high as agony of prayer 
 May lift a mortal, lo ! the answer came. 
 Show me the term, or limit ! There is none : 
 Restore conditions, you restore the power ; 
 And He who waited for a thousand years 
 Will manifest His wonders. They who teach, 
 You say, are silent as to this ? Why, then 
 Let them make answer ! Gifts of many tongues, 
 Of healing, miracle, and prophecy, 
 Given to His followers, by them to theirs, 
 Are buried treasures for this drowsy race. 
 He offering helmet, buckler, sword, and spear, — 
 Armor of proof, — perchance a shepherd's staff 
 We take, reluctant, mendicants where He 
 Awaits the guests that know their welcome sure. 
 So dust and cobwebs fill the temple ; so 
 The cedarn beams are rotted in their place ; 
 The trumps and timbrels crack, and wake no more 
 The songs of Zion : all is desolate. 
 As we were Israel that turned away ! 
 'T is time a mighty wind should whirl the chaff 
 From idle threshing-floors : my breath is weak, 
 So others not increase it, yet thou, Lord, 
 Who knowest whether I deserve or no 
 Thy signs of power, — who, should I point, as now. 
 My finger at the crest of yonder rock. 
 And say, " Be thou removed ! " — 
 
 {A part of the rock crashes down with a great noise and re- 
 verberation. Cries of terror, and much confusion among 
 the people.) 
 
38 THE PROPHET. [Act I. 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 It falls ; it falls ! 
 The world is coming to an end ! He spake, 
 And it obeyed ! A prophet, yea, a prophet ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 ( Who has remained quietly standing upon the rock, pale and 
 rapt.) 
 
 Be not afraid ! The power that works within, 
 If it but shiver down one crumbling edge 
 Of old indifference, is mightier yet. 
 Therefore, I take it from His open hand. 
 Who made yon stones to fall. I hurl on you 
 His arrows, and the shining of his spear : 
 I bid believe, not me, but what, renewed, 
 In me is manifest: I call you back 
 From pools made muddy by the paddling feet 
 Of darkened generations, to the fount 
 He cleft, now gushing in a desert land. 
 He waits, how long ! His summons, day by day — 
 ( Thunder and lightning.) 
 
 VOICES. 
 We do believe you. Turn His wrath away ! 
 A Prophet, yea, a Prophet ! 
 
 There He spake, 
 Doubt not, as oft of old, — but now attend 
 The voice within you, which is He indeed. 
 Oh ! spread Thy banners on the streaming wind, 
 Come as the ]\Iorning, broaden as the Day, 
 Fill the dark places with Thy healing light ; 
 And, once Thy reign assured, cast me aside, 
 
Scene VIIL] THE PROPHET. 39 
 
 So glorified in mine unworthiness, 
 
 Because I saw when Thou didst touch mine eyes ! 
 
 Come, now, in thunder and the clouds of heaven, 
 
 And purifying cisterns of the rain. 
 
 To wash Thy world, and fit it for the sun ! 
 
 Thy day is near at hand : the glory shed 
 
 With all Thy promises shall doubled be 
 
 On all Thy gifts ! 
 
 (^ st07-m arises, — thtinder, wind, and ratn.) 
 
 VOICES. 
 A Prophet, yea, a Prophet 
 
ACT II. 
 Scene I. 
 
 Afternoon. The crest of a rise, or swell, in a broad prairie. 
 To the westward, in the distance, a line of titnber, denoting 
 the course of a stream ; a train of cmig7-ant-wagons scattered 
 along the road thither. On the crest a solitary wagon, its 
 canvas coz'er partly folded back. David and Rhoda, with a 
 child in her lap, seated in it ; Peter standing at the horses' 
 heads. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 \/0U 'RE weary, husband : is it far to camp ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Two hours, — to yonder smoky Hne of trees. 
 The signs of heaven are fair: the earth beheves 
 In them, and, glad as any hving thing, 
 Smiles far and wide. The sky is larger here, 
 And brighter ; other life is in the winds ; 
 The grass is lost beneath the waste of flowers : 
 It is our promised land. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 At last ! 
 
 Ah, me ! 
 This weight and perilous sinking of the heart, 
 That ever looks before, or stubbornly 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 41 
 
 Tastes the o'ercome distresses of the past ! 
 I gave the guidance of my mind away, 
 To be uplifted : now, on lower things, — 
 On trial, parting, woe of ignorant love, — 
 I dwell, as were they shadows coming on. 
 
 Peter {sings). 
 We are swallows seeking the land of spring : 
 
 We are faint, we have far to roam : 
 When shall we fold the weary wing, 
 Lord, in Thy promised home ? 
 Home ! 
 We are bound for the promised home ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 How is it that I still upbear their souls ? 
 
 The land, the temple, and His coming reign, 
 
 Through me and their acceptance of my power, 
 
 Fill and content them : I should be content. 
 
 If human memories were not obstinate 
 
 As human needs. Do you remember still 
 
 The day that tried me most, and mother's words, — 
 
 " I cannot follow you, and dare not hold : 
 
 Farewell ! we shall not meet on earth again ? " 
 
 What I obeyed expunged the seeming wrong, 
 
 But not its lingering sense ; for while the wind 
 
 Blows softly over these unpeopled plains, 
 
 And in the middle watches of the night, 
 
 And when the young birds cheep their wish for morn, 
 
 I hear her say, and see her tearless eyes, — 
 
 " I cannot follow you, and dare not hold : 
 
 Farewell ! we shall not meet on earth again." 
 
42 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 RHODA. 
 {Bending cz'er her child.) 
 Sleep, baby, sleep ! The wind will blow the flowers, 
 The trees will drop their berries, all for thee ! 
 
 Peter {sings). 
 
 We will build the temple broad and high, 
 And crowned with a golden dome ; 
 
 For the day of the Lord is surely nigh, 
 When we reach the promised home. 
 Home ! 
 We shall dwell in the promised home ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 They shame me, Avho have also left their all. 
 
 Save, nurtured with an easier hope, they bear 
 
 A lighter sorrow ; yet as day by day 
 
 Their hosts increase, so mounts the sum of faith. 
 
 There was a woman came, a week agone, 
 
 To hear my message : on the outer edge 
 
 Of those few gathered in the dusky hall 
 
 She sat, and fixed me with her wondrous eyes. 
 
 At first I said, 'T is Mary Magdalen, 
 
 When sin forgiven still left her virtue sad ; 
 
 But, kindled with my words, the while I drew 
 
 A picture of the Kingdom, she became 
 
 Queen Esther, as in Shushan's royal house 
 
 She touched the sceptre, — proud, obedi«nt, 
 
 Sure of the end. A power came forth from her. 
 
 As if of wings companioning mine own. 
 
 Can she believe, nor follow ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Rather think 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 43 
 
 On these your faithful flock. If she have power, 
 Indeed, the greater sin of pride is hers. 
 Whose gold and gay apparel are her gods. 
 
 DAVID [musingly'). 
 The light of guidance never was so clear 
 And then deceived : what instruments I have — 
 Rough hands of workmen, by whose awkward use 
 The gifts almost become a mockery — 
 Still leave me helpless when the finer sense 
 Would snatch from floating lines a plan supreme. 
 There must be law, pure discipline of lives, 
 Foundations set, and pleasant sheepfolds made 
 In desolate places. Ah! were only one 
 But near me, bathed in equal bliss of faith. 
 To see, where I am dazzled, and to say, 
 '' Build higher ! here enlarge the pillared front, 
 There push thy climbing pinnacles aloft ! " 
 Even light is lonely to a human soul. 
 Two glories are there ; and but one they know, 
 Save her who saw, then closed reluctant eyes. 
 
 Can you be faint of spirit while by you 
 We all are led ? Then is the body weak, 
 And rest will be your medicine. 
 
 DAVID {to Peter). 
 
 Go on ! 
 
 PETER. 
 {Driving onward, sings.) 
 The bolts of the Lord shall fall and burn 
 On Babylon and on Rome ; 
 
44 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 But the chosen seed shall safe return, 
 To dwell in His promised home. 
 Home ! 
 We have found His promised home ! 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 Kight. A camp oti the banks of a small stream. Men, women, 
 and children grouped about fires under the trees. In the cen- 
 tre a tent, before which a pole, stuck in the earth, bears a 
 blazing torch. Outside of the camp a guard is heard to chal- 
 lenge some one approaching. After the password, " Zion," 
 enter NiMROD Kraft. He dismounts from his horse, and 
 draws near the tent. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 Hail. Prophet David ! Grace and blessing be 
 To all the chosen ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Be the words fulfilled ! 
 You come beforehand, like the dove, to say 
 The waters settle, and the olive-tree 
 Puts forth new leaves. We shall possess the land. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 We do possess it. On the highest bluff 
 That overlooks full twenty miles of stream, 
 Now stand a hundred cabins : we have staked 
 The streets, first measured with the holy reed, 
 And broken cornfields from the stubborn sod, 
 And set young gardens round about the place. 
 That much do flourish. Every work is blessed : 
 Even the quarry-stones come loose in squares, 
 As if they hastened to be lifted up. 
 And made the temple. 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 45 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Ah ! when once it stands, 
 A visible sign, a shelter for our ark ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Even so we Lei. They give their tithing-time 
 In faith and in rejoicing : I have used 
 The power you delegated to my hands, 
 Sifted the wheat, and sent some chaff adrift, 
 Fixed ordered rule, exacted industry, 
 And so blocked roughly out what you may shape 
 To pure proportions : as my work below 
 Grows up, may yours complete it from above ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Let all the frame-work needful for our flock, 
 As shelter, or enclosing law, be raised, 
 And quickly ! I have given you the Twelve ; 
 Yet they debate, methinks, or seek to know 
 Who shall sit highest. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Thus it was of old. 
 Your headship must remain ; for you alone 
 Possess direct commission. Let them see — 
 They whom your messengers found here and there, 
 And, not beholding, none the less believe — 
 What power is yours. A little thing 's enough. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 What mean you ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Well, I find it natural. 
 Your coming will be made a holy day ; 
 For all shall then be gathered as a brood 
 
46 THE PROPHET. [Act II 
 
 Beneath your wings. And something they expect, 
 
 Some sign, or show, as reconfirming faith ; 
 
 Or revelation, such as ignorant souls 
 
 Gape at and glory in. None promised this : 
 
 But they believe, and therefore they expect. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 When I was small, I planted once, a tree. 
 Then every second morning plucked it up 
 To see if it were growing. Summer came : 
 And while the others, left alone, were green, 
 Mine pined and perished. Give the flock, instead, 
 This parable. 
 
 XIMROD. 
 
 They would not understand. 
 Transplanted faith (let me the rather say) 
 Needs watering, shelter, all the gardener's care. 
 Till it be rooted. Ponder this yourself. 
 Put on your sandals ; leave the holier ground, 
 And walk in dust among the multitude : 
 So shall you feel their need. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I never asked 
 But what is offered freely unto all. 
 There is no flame, it seems, that of itself 
 Will burn in earthly air ; but, then, is flame, 
 When fed from coarser aliment, less pure ? 
 Water pollutes itself from what is washed ; 
 But tire takes up its own, and spurns the dross. 
 If that were possible to me ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Yourself 
 Shall winnow, with a finer fan than ours, 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 47 
 
 Whom we have gathered. AH is ready, else. 
 I will not keep your body from its rest. 
 With Hugh and Jonas, members of the Twelve, 
 I must consult, so portioning the homes, 
 That none shall mark advantage of the rest. 
 The flock is jealous : softly on the nose 
 Must we pat every sheep, as well as feed. 
 
 {Exit. 
 
 DAVID. 
 ( To Rhoda, who has overheard the dialogiie.) 
 There goes a sense with which I cannot strive, 
 So well it builds, and so obediently ; • 
 
 Yet power is lessened when it touches me. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I did not like the man, when he — I mean 
 His hardness first repelled ; but now, perhaps. 
 He is the coarser fuel, you the flame ; 
 And each may need the other. I, too, feel 
 That they which follow, never having seen. 
 Deserve a sign. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If so, the Lord will send. 
 
 \Exii into the tent. 
 RHODA. 
 
 Not their belief, but who it is believes, 
 Gives him support. That was a happy time. 
 When we alone went wandering through the land ; 
 For few could jeer, though man}- sore abused ; 
 And ever here and there a soul was caught 
 Out from the Gentiles, and was glad with us ; 
 And Zion with its temple shone afar, 
 More beautiful, I think, than now at hand. 
 
48 THE FROFHET. [Act II. 
 
 I must not murmur : we are verily blessed, 
 Put past the reach of persecuting hands, 
 And guided so, that this fair wilderness 
 Already bears the roses as we pass. 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 Another part of the camp. NiMROD, HUGH, aud JONAS, seated 
 near a fire. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 He will not, think you ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Nay, I said not that. 
 I only charge that nothing be proclaimed; 
 Then whatsoever come, if so it come, 
 Will have more operation. See, the flock 
 Is over-hungry for continual signs ; 
 Which, could they be bespoken, would be nought 
 But independence of the Lord. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Maybe. 
 But I that chose the gift of healing, I 
 That have obeyed in all things, I should heal ! 
 If he must husband up his power to spend 
 On higher miracles, enough is mine 
 For lesser work : so strengthen, then, my hands, 
 That they on whom I lay them shall be whole. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 The wish may choose : possession conies by faith. 
 Know surely that you have it, and you have. 
 
Scene III. J THE PROPHET. 49 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 How know without a test ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Ah ! there you lack 
 The last anointing ; there the prophet stands 
 Transparent in his own internal hght, 
 While jours is cloudy still. When }'ou foresee 
 The healing of your hands, your hands will heal. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 So works the gift ? But, if his foresight be 
 
 Indeed so perfect, it were well to say, 
 
 As cheer to some, and guidance unto all. 
 
 This member strays, that rises ; these receive, 
 
 Or lose, — that our authority be firm: 
 
 For such picked out for higher reach of faith 
 
 Will stand, supporting us, above the rest. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 First show them patience ! Gathered here and there, 
 The dust of other life upon their shoes. 
 The stagnant blood of other creeds not yet 
 Purged from their veins, the Gentile taunt still loud 
 In ear and memory, restless from the change 
 And long privation of the pilgrimage. 
 They hear but halfly : we must give them rest, 
 Fitting their shoulders to an easy yoke. 
 Filling their cribs, and warmly bedding them. 
 Till they will rather serve within our fold 
 Than rule outside of it. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Is all prepared 
 
so THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 For us who come ?. The people hear of those j?' 
 Who, first arriving, may be better placed. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 I did not take my gift of prophecy 
 In vain : so ye declare it unto all, 
 Contentment waits for woman, man, and child ; 
 But to yourselves I proj^ise more belief. 
 Go, hither bring the tally' of your njeii : 
 My work is yet unfinished. 
 
 \Exit Hugh and Jonas. 
 All alike ! 
 No one is certain that he has the power, 
 Unless his neighbor says so. Tell them, then, 
 They govern, governing myself the while. 
 So far were easy : yet from him comes forth 
 The fire that makes their dull cold metal bend ; 
 And w^hen to kindle it is in his will,' 
 Not mine. He has a look of weariness. 
 And out of languor conies'" no miracle. 
 But oft, from very expectation,"sp^ngs 
 The thing expected, if a cooler skill 
 Command the heat of others. What she plans — 
 If anything, indeed — I cannot guess ; 
 Not even whether like or dislike looked 
 From eyes that only seemed to hide her thought. 
 Turn either way, I 'm poking in the dark. 
 Well, well ! the morrow is the clearer day. 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 51 
 
 Scene IV. — The City. 
 
 A street on a high, airy plateau, overlooking the course of a 
 great river. In the centre stand the ufifinished walls of the 
 temple ; opposite to them a house larger than the others, its 
 front hung zvith garlands, and an arch of green botighs span- 
 ning the entrance. The people, several hundred in number, 
 are drawn up in lines on both sides of the street, with branches 
 in their hands. Shouts are heard in the distance, antiounc- 
 ing the arrival of the train : then David appears on horse- 
 back, a little in advance, bare-headed, and wearing a long 
 white mantle : the people cast their branches before him. 
 
 We have left the land of Egypt 
 
 For the place of our desire: 
 Fallen is the gated city, 
 
 And the woe thereof is dire : 
 The boughs of the tree are withered, 
 
 And the women set them on fire ! 
 
 Lo ! who is he that cometh 
 In the name of the Holy One ? 
 
 The bearers of gladsome tidings 
 Before his pathway run : 
 
 He bringeth us out of darkness. 
 As the star that brings the sun. 
 
 [The women step forzuard on each side, and sing, LiviA RoM- 
 NEY, with a crotvn in her hand, standing in the midst.) 
 
 Hail, all hail, to the prophet, 
 
 Whose reign begins to-day ! 
 Who hath laid his firm foundations 
 
 In the dust of the world's decay : 
 He maketh the dry bough blossom ; 
 
 He gathers the sheep that stray. 
 
52 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 DAVID {aside). 
 It is herself ! How beautiful she stands, 
 Forgetful of the stare of wondering eyes, 
 And filled with promise of mysterious power ! 
 She 's Miriam now, and sings deliverance. 
 I breathe again : the weight falls off my soul. 
 As poising rocks are started by a sound ; 
 And I am glad and strong for what may come. 
 
 ( Stepping fonuard. ) 
 
 Thrice hail, O Prophet ! Bow but once before 
 Thy humble handmaid, not as honoring her, 
 But that she reach thy consecrated brow. 
 
 (David baids dcnvn hh head: she places the cnnvn upon it.) 
 
 Forgive me, that, when first I did believe, 
 
 I failed to follow : thus it came to pass 
 
 I went before to seal mine evidence. 
 
 Lest that were vain which I would ask of thee. 
 
 HUGH. 
 ( To NiMROD.) 
 
 Who is the woman ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 More than is her name 
 I cannot say. 'T is but four days ago 
 She landed from the river. Worldly store 
 She seems to have, and knowledge of the world, 
 Notable cunning of the hand and eye. 
 And influence with her sex — perhaps with ours. 
 Foremost in planning this array was she ; 
 Went here and tliere ; was always first and last ; 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 53 
 
 And therefore fell to her, by proper right, 
 The place she wanted. 
 
 {After a pause. ) 
 Thou art one of us. 
 There is no high or low : each bows to each 
 In whom the Spirit lives. I saw thy faith, 
 And called thee : well it was that thou didst hear. 
 Not they who yield when buffeted by words, 
 And shaken by the signs, but they who feel, 
 Like wandering birds, where lies the summer-land, 
 And strike their way across the printless air, 
 Build up the kingdom. Thine obedience 
 Is as a soil for planting of the power. 
 What is it thou wouldst ask ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 The gift of tongues. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {After looking in her face a moment, beckons. She comes 
 nearer. ) 
 
 Take thou the gift, in measure as thy faith 
 Shall justify, and even so exercise ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 {Steps back a pace, keeping her eyes fixed on David. She rises 
 to her full height, with uplifted head, and points towards the 
 temple.) 
 Airo pamdtha loyddr dndis abdrka ! 
 
 {Movements and murmurs among the people.) 
 
 A MAN. 
 
 What tonsfue is that ? 
 
S4 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 A SECOND. 
 
 It must be ancient Greek, 
 Or Hebrew, maybe, as Isaiah spoke. 
 The sound is glorious. 
 
 A THIRD. 
 
 Never did I hear 
 Such mighty words. Our preacher once came down 
 With "Armageddon, Pandemonium, Baal;" 
 But they were nought to hers. 
 
 THE FIRST. 
 
 'T is prophecy ! 
 He understands : his face is like a flame. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Ordthmeddn ddra, bdnnorim ddra sldvo ! 
 
 {RafiJly and eagerly.) 
 
 It shall arise ! The tempests of the world 
 
 Shall not prevail against it ! Every stone 
 
 Shall testify ! — from its completed towers 
 
 A light go forth till darkened Edom sees ; 
 
 And here, even here, where our Shechina stands, 
 
 When all mankind is gathered to our fold, 
 
 Shall angels plant the ladder of the Lord 
 
 For his descending ! Be ye not as them 
 
 That craved new signs, and were rebuked of Him ? 
 
 Who feeleth not the presence of the power 
 
 Above us, in us, moving in our works, 
 
 And only sparing insomuch as saves 
 
 From easy heart, slack will, and idle hand, 
 
 Let him tro forth ! 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 1$ 
 
 CRIES OF THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Nay, nay, we will abide ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Forget that you have ever lived ere now ! 
 
 As strips the serpent her uneasy skin, 
 
 And comes forth new and shining, cast ye out 
 
 Old hopes and hates, old passions and desires ! 
 
 Be as a fallow field that waits new seed : 
 
 Take rain and sunshine in their times ; lie bare 
 
 To the invisible influence of heaven ; 
 
 And be assured from your warm breast shall spring 
 
 The holy harvest ! Ye have welcomed me 
 
 With faithful hearts and voices : so, henceforth 
 
 No more as one that in the wilderness 
 
 Cries to the stocks and stones, shall I be heard, 
 
 But as a father 'mid his children teach, 
 
 And as a brother 'mid his brethren love, 
 
 And as one chosen lead ye all to share 
 
 An equal power and glory. 
 
 THE PEOPLE. 
 
 Hail, all hail ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 ( Coming forward. ) 
 Here is your home : by her on whom the tongue 
 Descended at your bidding, it was dressed. 
 The humble house is like a bride that waits 
 The bridegroom's coming : enter, and be blessed ! 
 I, and my brethren of the Twelve, have charge 
 That all, ere nightfall, shall be snugly housed. 
 New brethren mixed with old, but in such peace 
 And kindly fellowship, as, until now. 
 Hath not been witnessed, to the world's disgrace ! 
 
S6 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 THE WOMEN. 
 [At a sign from LiViA, sing.) 
 Make haste, Beloved of Zion ! 
 
 The porch and the chamber shine : 
 We have gathered the myrrh and manna, 
 
 And filled the flagons with wine : 
 Now comfort the souls of thy daughters, 
 As the Lord shall comfort thine. 
 (David waits, standing under the arch, while PETER assists 
 Rhoda to alight from the ivagon.) 
 
 Well, here 's the end ! Our Zion 's rather bare, 
 But makes a good beginning. 
 
 RHODA. 
 (Giving him her child.) 
 
 Carry him, 
 But hold him gently : he is tired and scared. 
 I, too, am wearier than I thought to be, 
 And hardly happy in beholding home 
 Till I possess it. David, come with me ! 
 
 [ They enter the house. 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 The council-room. Night. NiMROD Kraft, Hugh, Jonas, 
 
 Simeon, and tivo other members of the Twelve. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 All now are housed and sleeping : first their souls 
 Were satisfied, and then their bodies soothed. 
 On this rock must we build. The arch of truth 
 Requires abutments in the life of flesh : 
 It cannot hang in air. See, therefore, ye. 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 57 
 
 That these the weak foundations of our state 
 
 Be firmer settled. Scourge the drones away; 
 
 Over the labor needful unto each 
 
 Be labor added for the sake of all ; 
 
 Let him whose lips are not anoint believe 
 
 With hand and sinew ! 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 If the hand should doubt ? 
 Equality of service and of power 
 Was promised them ; and many bear the yoke 
 As they that seem to stoop, and mean to spring. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Equality ? Yes, were there equal faith ! 
 
 Not yet dare I to measure mine by his, 
 
 The Prophet's, since the token lies in power. 
 
 They sleep ; we watch for them : why, let them watch, 
 
 And we will sleep ! 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Then wolves would rend the fold. 
 The new life must begin : he spake the word. 
 It will be hard ; but we submit to him, 
 And they not more so, in obeying us. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 How far will he concede ? The government, 
 Scarce framed as yet, will he alone direct, 
 Uncounselled, or be led to side with them 
 Who, standing nearest, easier prevail ? 
 Whence comes decision, when opinions clash ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 By revelation. 
 
58 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 May it come at need ! 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 We, the apostles of the wandering church, 
 Should be, of right, foundations here. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 He takes, 
 Lifts up, or sets aside. You know my work, 
 If it be good. I never thought to say, 
 " Reward me ! " but whatever implement, — 
 Scythe-blade, or sword, or knife that scullions use, — 
 His hand has need of, he will find me that ! 
 
 JONAS. 
 {Aside to HuGH.) 
 When one is sword already, sharpened too. 
 The offer 's glibly made. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 I say but this : 
 It was my providence to know him first. 
 To see descending on him, like a flame, 
 The Spirit : near, because alone, I stood. 
 But am less near than he who more believes. 
 What use of prying words ? 'T is signs we need. 
 Accord of all, the temple-walls complete 
 With roof and pinnacle, the shrine set up. 
 Symbolic vessels, altar, veil, and ark. 
 New psalms of praise, and joyfulness of hymns. 
 All this made visible, their faith is firm, 
 And their impatient thoughts, now floating loose 
 In every wind, will settle, and have rest. 
 
 \Exit Hugh, Jonas, and others. 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 59 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 You touched his secret sore, — I name no names, — 
 
 Kept tender, as I guess, by discontent 
 
 Of womankind. You 've seen the kind of wife 
 
 That never wholly justifies the man, 
 
 And, when he follows, straightway shifts her mind 
 
 To make new disagreement : such is she. 
 
 With brethren one must be considerate. 
 
 As you have been ; but those, whom now he makes 
 
 Apostles, should not wear a home-made bit. 
 
 That I am widowed, nigh a blessing seems. 
 
 Though mine respected me. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 The words I spake 
 Were but the Prophet's unpronounced desires; 
 I am the nearest yet, because I keep 
 A circle round him clear and unprofaned, 
 That so his soul be tempered to receive 
 Continual revelations. They mistake 
 Probation, preparation, for the end ; 
 But that which draws the few is not enough 
 To sow infection in the blood of all, 
 And overcome the world. Much more awaits, 
 And grander : are you as the fallow earth ? 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Yea, passive as a field the sower treads. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 'Tis well : till he shall order otherwise. 
 
 Be led by me ! Go, now, and counterwork 
 
 The small dissensions : I have other tasks. 
 
 It was a wonderous sign that heralded 
 
 The Prophet's coming : keep the wonder fresh 
 
6o THE PROPHET. |AcT U. 
 
 In all, 3^et raise not wild and over-wrought 
 Expectancy of more. The woman's power 
 Renews another ancient virtue lost, — 
 Zion shall have its prophetess ! I go 
 To give my homage, and to arm for us 
 A Deborah, — a chief tainess of the faith. 
 
 Scene VI. 
 
 A room in the Prophet's house. Rhoda seated near the 
 window, sewing; the baby asleep in a cradle at her feet; 
 David at a desk, looking over some papers. 
 
 The man must have commission from the Lord, 
 To plan such perfect system : not the bees 
 Get wax and honey, build their brittle combs, 
 And organize their kingdom of the hive. 
 So faultlessly. My loss of power through him 
 Was but a fancy bred of weariness ; 
 For what he asked of my unwilling soul 
 Came, half a marvel to mj^self. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I, too. 
 Have thought him hard : he lacked your sweeter fire. 
 Yet surely something kindly planned this home, 
 Not chance, to give the dear familiar rooms 
 We first were happy in. Young trees are set. 
 Like children of the old ones following us. 
 In the same places, by the southern porch ; 
 And in the garden — foolishly I cried 
 To find the cushions of the mountain-pink 
 And yellow-flags, and fragrant southern-wood. 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 6l 
 
 Can this again be taken ? Will there come 
 Aught to disturb us ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Nay, it cannot be. 
 We build too surely : we are set alone 
 In a new land. Why should the Gentiles mock 
 The boasted precedent whereon they build, 
 Their right of conscience, by molesting us ? 
 
 {Enter Peter.) 
 PETER. 
 
 The town is ringing with the miracle. 
 
 Whether 't was Hebrew, or the sort of tongue 
 
 That Adam spoke, they 're not exactly sure ; 
 
 But 'twas a prophecy, and will fulfil. 
 
 Then, since it seems there 's here and there a man 
 
 Talks Dutch, or French, or maybe Cherokee, — 
 
 They 're all as one to them that never learned, — 
 
 She understood 'em ! 'T was a coming down 
 
 Of tongues, they say, just like what happened once 
 
 Away in Mesopotamia. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Given at need ! 
 By this I know the woman's lofty faith. 
 And eminence of prayer. Wh)', save myself, 
 Not one hath been so visited. New flames 
 Circling mine own, kindled in souls like hers, 
 Will help fend off the slow, devouring chill 
 That from the fiend is blown. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I thought her strange, 
 Scarce one of us, so grand and beautiful 
 
62 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 And unabashed. I should be grateful, though, 
 She drew away so many eyes that else 
 Had stared in wonder I should be your wife. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 They say, in getting up the welcome-home, 
 And such pontificals, she steered the raft. 
 Willing or not, or knowing things or not. 
 All, somehow, lent a hand : she had a way 
 To makfe them satisfied with what they did. 
 Talk of the — well, it nearly slipped that time — 
 Of her, and she appears. 
 
 \Exit. 
 
 RHODA {aside.) 
 
 I cannot stir, 
 Lest baby wake ; and sure my place is here ; 
 Yet would that she were come and gone again ! 
 (LiviA enters : she is simply but elegantly dressed in a black 
 silk robe, and wears a white veil upon her head.) 
 
 ( Taking her hand!) 
 Be welcome, sister ! If I thank you less 
 For honor paid than for unstinted faith, 
 I most am grateful. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 What I fain had said 
 Falls back upon my heart as hollow sound. 
 Your soul hath read, and, reading, spares me words 
 That only stammer when my own would sing. 
 The marvellous light that entered me from you 
 I cannot fathom, nay, nor merit it. 
 Except in yielding, in receiving all, 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 63 
 
 As woman may, in whom the sense is quick 
 To conquer reason which resists in man. 
 I was a harp-string, mute until you touched: 
 If to your ear the sound be melody, 
 Strike out of me the strong, full-handed chords 
 To your exaltment ! 
 
 {Aside, as 'LwiA goes forward to Rhoda.) 
 
 When was ever such ? • 
 The clear-eyed spirit, so superbly housed, 
 The power that bends in soft subservience, 
 The gift that beams on all except herself, — 
 Yea, she is chosen ! Yea, from out her eyes. 
 And from her hands, and breathing forth from her, 
 Is promise ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 ( To Rhoda.) 
 
 You, whose blessed place it is 
 To touch and warm the Prophet's weary hands, 
 And, after shining visions, to restore 
 The virtue of his dazzled eyes, be kind, 
 I pray, and friendly ! I would have your love, 
 His confidence. My life was not as yours, 
 Ah, me ! as simply innocent and pure; 
 And yet, methinks, for them that meet in truth, 
 There .'s but a single gateway to the heart. 
 
 RHODA {slowly). 
 I think I never hated such as seemed 
 Unfriendly : if I fail to love, when love 
 Invites me first, I were not worthy it. 
 
64 THE PROPHET. [Act II. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 ( Turning to David.) 
 
 My lines of life, as they draw near to you, 
 
 Lie clearly traced ; yet, as they backward tend, 
 
 Lead to confusions which, ere knowing them, 
 
 Your pardon touched. The spoiled child of the world 
 
 Was I until I saw you ; born in wealth, 
 
 And cradled 'mid the shows and vanities 
 
 Religion covers with a modish cloak. 
 
 Pride to the right, to left stood Piety : 
 
 Each took a hand, and grimly led my life 
 
 Along the pavement trod by feet of all. 
 
 When I would wander free, as whoso feels 
 
 Some independent right of soul, gave Pride 
 
 A downright blow that stung ; but Piety 
 
 Pinched me in secret, while her leaky eyes 
 
 Wept rivers, and her whining voice bewailed. 
 
 Then I submitted, lived a ceaseless lie, 
 
 Till death and clianges had delivered me 
 
 From all but wealtl). But, ah ! my fettered limbs 
 
 Were dwarfed and shrunken : I was free to move, 
 
 When motion was but pain. I saw the world 
 
 As one beholds a casket, and the key 
 
 Thereof is lost. I stood outside of life, 
 
 Helpless to reach existence I desired, 
 
 Disgusted with existence which 1 knew. 
 
 Until you said, or through your soul I heard, 
 
 "Daughter, arise !" and I arose and came. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Not I, but what in me was manifest. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 It is the same. By you alone I heard, 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 65 
 
 Through you am satisfied. I hardly knew 
 What gift to claim, till something in your face 
 Gave me the words. But now, farewell ! I go 
 To cheer, perchance to help, the others. 
 
 \Exit. 
 DAVID. 
 
 Go! 
 Delivered, thou, and crowned ! A woman's hand — 
 I had forgotten — yet it saved of old. 
 And here may build, as well. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Your lamp is lit 
 You know whereat ; and theirs are lit from yours. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Fire hath one being : 't is the life that makes 
 Obscure or luminous ; and hers, suppressed 
 By darkening hands, breaks out in splendid blaze. 
 She waited for me : 1 have bid her shine ! 
 
ACT III. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 A room in the Prophet's house. David, Nimrod, and 
 LiVIA seated at a table upon which lie papers and plans. 
 Rhoda at the winJoxo looking upon the garden, with some 
 needlework in her hand. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 IT means not failure. Still our armor shines, 
 Our weapons cleave ; but they whose power we 
 shake, 
 The lazy priesthood of neglected law, 
 Have clothed themselves with cunning, to evade 
 Direct assault: so on their rianks exposed 
 Must we surprise them. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Yet I would not haste. 
 Even after goodly battle, here we sit 
 Not quite secure ; for jealousy of some, 
 Unreasoning hopes that in denial end, 
 And selfish fretting o'er each needful curb. 
 Still task our wisdom : hardly can we spare 
 The fine, selected strength your purpose claims. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 There is no virtue but fatigues itself. 
 A sudden truth uplifts with violence 
 The prostrate human soul ; but once exhaust 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 67 
 
 The first impulsion, see how weak it stands ! 
 
 So there 's a crisis this side of success 
 
 In highest things : our lot, this hour, is weighed 
 
 With that of all neglected, powerless tribes, 
 
 That have no life but in the founder's name. 
 
 If here we pause, we may become as they ; 
 
 But if, accepting every sign of power 
 
 As loan, or test, until another come. 
 
 We lime new branches, and extend our nets 
 
 To snare men's fluttering souls, we shall possess, 
 
 In time, the world. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Surely no less will you, 
 Our prophet ; and no atom less will we. 
 That few are gathered now, and halting minds 
 Grow restless, casts no shadow on the truth ; 
 For souls are verily but as frightened birds 
 That beat themselves against the pane, and shun 
 The hand that catches them to set them free. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Well spoken ! Nothing more have I proposed. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I hoped direct, immediate influence — 
 
 The power that kindles, burns, and purifies — 
 
 Might be all-potent : yet, if men avoid 
 
 The touch of healing, must be first constrained, 
 
 Till health and gratitude together work 
 
 To bring them here, I cannot but receive. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Then, if they come, why question how they come ? 
 The hfe delivered never faulty finds 
 
68 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 The manner of deliverance. I, once, 
 
 When caught by drowning arms that would have drowned 
 
 Me also, dealt a powerful blow that stunned 
 
 And saved the man. 
 
 LTVIA. 
 
 Deal out your blows to men, 
 And welcome ! Women claim a gentler touch. 
 How many are there, discontented hearts 
 That pine and wither, seeking sympathy 
 Their sex denies, and yours in half-contempt 
 Neglects to give ! For virile souls are coarse 
 And awkward, being selfish : the plain way 
 To woman's fast dependence (which she thinks 
 Dependence on her) you would seek in vain, 
 Unless an Ariadne gave the clew. 
 
 Who, then, was she ? A Gentile woman, sure, 
 Whom Paul converted. 
 
 'T is enough that she 
 Was woman, and enough that also I 
 Am woman. Once I dwelt in Rome, it chanced ; 
 And thither came a spineter whom I knew, 
 Free of the world, indifferent to love, 
 Secure and calm in high intelligence. 
 Armed at all points ; yet soon the Church espied 
 Beneath cold breasts the vulnerable sense. 
 The haughty priests, whose passionless, thin lips 
 So rarely, but with dangerous sweetness, smile. 
 The dreamy youths, the rosy acolytes. 
 Sang to her, gave their faith the form of love. 
 Till with new passion, as in budding years. 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 69 
 
 Her woman's heart, sore with long abstinence, 
 Sent up narcotic heats that drugged the brain. 
 And she was theirs. As easily were she ours ! 
 There is no woman lives but in her soul 
 Demands a bridegroom ; failing one of flesh. 
 Then one of spirit. Learn to promise this 
 In secret visitations, mystic signs, 
 Make truth seem love, and knowledge ecstasy. 
 And you will lead our sex. 
 
 RHODA. 
 {Rising hastily.) 
 
 Who, then, are j(?« ? 
 What mother nursed you on such milk as this ? 
 I have but scanty words ; but in my heart 
 The woman, from her simple whiteness torn, 
 And dipped in scarlet, cries, " Not thus are we ! 
 Not thus the loneliness of maiden life, 
 The Hngering sorrow of frustrated love, 
 And pure regret, and tender hope outlived, 
 Seek compensation ! " Less than moveth man 
 Gives woman peace. The aged, innocent lives 
 Of childless widows and unwedded maids 
 Softly enclose us, young, and keep from harm : 
 Denied their own, they guard another's brood, 
 So gathering bhss. But of what kind are those 
 Who find no truth, save men, forbid to wed. 
 Or wived already, offer it as love ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Your innocence takes false alarm : the old. 
 The gentle, fixed in narrow circumstance, 
 Good by tradition and temptation's lack. 
 Resist us most. Who was it came to call 
 Not righteous men, but sinners ? Virtue lifts 
 
70 THE PROPHET. [Act III 
 
 A front the braver after knowledge comes, 
 But is not knowledge first. I spake of that 
 Whereof your ignorance is no reproach : 
 The blessedness of life descends on you, 
 But not on them you blame. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Reject not such ! 
 'T was so commanded : them the Devil traps 
 It may be lawful that we snare in turn. 
 We fight the Fiend, my wife : our triumph here 
 Hath pricked him out of ancient confidence. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 The power is given : the secret of its use 
 
 Is left to us. The first light dazzles men, 
 
 And some reach forth, and grasp the guiding hand ; 
 
 Then others sa}-, with pupils narrowed in, 
 
 " There is no need : we see but as we saw." 
 
 Here, husbanding the busy strength of all. 
 
 And wasting naught, the comforts we can spare 
 
 Invite a double number ; let them come ! 
 
 And if, through weakness captured, they receive 
 
 The gift of power ; through greed, unselfishness ; 
 
 Through vain delusions, knowledge of the truth, — 
 
 What fool will cast away the tested gold 
 
 He gets, for promised copper ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Strange that men 
 Who most do suffer must be driven to good ! 
 They are as children bribed to take the draught 
 That saves, even though the prophet's honeyed wine. 
 Lo ! now the temple's gilded pinnacles 
 The impatient sun hath kissed : across the land 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 7l 
 
 They sharply shine like arrows drawn to head, 
 
 And heavenward aimed ! The signs portend increase : 
 
 Shall we alone be lean, while others burst 
 
 With useless fatness ? 
 
 Call our messengers 
 To learn a new commandment ! We must stay 
 Their sinking hands, fill up their flickering lamps. 
 And sting their souls with courage which o'ercomes, 
 Since it foresees. One weapon given to all 
 Were scarcely wisdom : lend the shorter arm 
 A longer blade, the less-enduring force 
 Advantage of the ground ! While they exist, 
 The Gentile churches, must we spread or cease. 
 I meant not idleness ; but, if so seems 
 This pause of preparation, let us work 
 Amid the noises of the ringing steel. 
 Heat with quick hammer-blows where fire may fail,. 
 And only rest when faint with victory ! 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 TTie council-room. David seated in an arm-chair at the head 
 of a long table ; NiMROD at the foot ; on each side, six mem- 
 bers of the Council of Twelve. 
 
 Not every leaf an equal bounty finds 
 
 Of sap or sun ; yet rooted is our State 
 
 To grow, and not to wither. We must sweep 
 
 The troubled waters of the world, henceforth, 
 
 In wider circles, luring to our ark 
 
 Them, chiefly, for the covenant who yearn, 
 
72 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 And would behold, distinct as graven words, 
 The signs thereof in us. If any here, 
 In view of such advantage, hath inquired, 
 And finds a partial answer in his soul, 
 Let him be heard ! 
 
 Some brethren^ with m3^self 
 (For scattered duties scarce allow, as yet, 
 Full conference), have found accordant minds. 
 We, least of all fore-grasping power reserved, 
 But for projecting lines of present power 
 To their conclusions in the future, reach 
 This argument : We dare not mutilate 
 Our restoration of neglected faith 
 By preaching only : it must live in us 
 Until the ancient days and ways He loved 
 Shall draw Him near, — not simply where the soul 
 Trims her small chamber, or prophetic lips 
 Burn from His fiery touch ; but call Him down. 
 To make His very self endurable 
 To human sense. A trance, mistook for death. 
 Thaws from the blood with struggle and with pang; 
 And still we feebly move the torpid limbs. 
 See through a veil, and hear but muffled sounds : 
 So you, whose hand upon us broke the spell. 
 Give, pulse by pulse, the life revealed to you, 
 As we take strength to bear it ! 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Not to me 
 Was this imparted, nor to some I know. 
 There may be times demanding cloudy speech ; 
 But clearer now were welcomer. What pulse 
 Shall first be felt ? The prophet called on us, 
 I thought ; and you direct us back to him. 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 73 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Without conferring, unprepared as you, 
 Yet do I comprehend. The cloud may be 
 Inside of eyes that blame the sky for it. 
 
 Nay, Simeon ! He who spealvs in images 
 
 Oft sees the image taken for the thing. 
 
 Hear, all ! We mean to purchase power disused. 
 
 But never abrogated : on what rock. 
 
 If not on this, have we been building here ? 
 
 And he who welds again the broken link 
 
 Between the Lord and man, who summon us 
 
 To twofold lives that speak our waxing faith, — 
 
 Ah ! once let morning rise, men soon forget 
 
 Their hours of darkness, — he awaits that we 
 
 Obey his messages in soul and flesh. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 Then what is past is sealed, our work approved 
 And fresh apportioned ? 
 
 Is not all one piece, — 
 Past, present, future, — as a youth in whom 
 The child expands, the man is possible ? 
 This restless ferment in the general mind 
 Must not infect my own : the charge ye bear 
 I gave, indeed ; but, save by constant guard 
 And forceful lifting of the soul, I keep 
 The separate gift, then were ye lost with me. 
 What I anticipate I dare not speak, 
 Until commanded. Voices heard from far, 
 And shadows thrown, are stammering messengers ; 
 But when His will, in language and in form, 
 
74 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 \Exit. 
 
 Arrives, the time of conference is past. 
 Speak, now, and freely : therefore I withdraw. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 His words hold promise : he was highly moved. 
 
 Yet, if the revelation must forbid 
 
 All further question, why confer we now ? 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 In holy discipline. We, too, have felt 
 The breathing of the Spirit, and our souls 
 Point, like the smallest flame, the way it draws : 
 So, after him if now our light be cast, 
 We lead the others. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Yea : what I declared 
 Was but direction, not a single path. 
 Who our accomplished work in truth accepts 
 Will halt not here ; but, bending yearning eyes 
 Upon their lives, who owned the heritage - 
 From Dan and Hermon unto Hebron's oaks, 
 Will scan each custom, pleasant to the Lord, 
 And choose what fails us most. Let, therefore, each 
 Go back in spirit, serve in Jacob's stead ; 
 Behold the sons of Aaron with strange fire 
 Consumed, and stoned the son of Shelomith ; 
 Tarry with Judah where the way goes up 
 To Timnath ; find his feet, like Boaz, warm 
 From her who stole beneath the garment's skirt ; 
 Or, set in truitful households, chant the psalms 
 Of shepherd-kings, and Solomon's high song. 
 AH He allowed — nay. so encouraged, then, 
 He turned aside, and in the heat of day 
 Did visit His elected — must be ours, 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 75 
 
 Ere we, with hands and meats no more unclean, 
 Dare dress the board for Him. What first to choose 
 Of new adornment for the mighty Guest 
 Is now our task. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 You had not said so much, 
 Save 3-ou had chosen. Let us know your choice. 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 While we aspire, it seems you 'd fain provoke 
 Dissension : rather to the records turn, 
 Dead histories so long, but now brought near 
 For pure example. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Why, what words are his .'' 
 From our beginning we have trod one track — 
 
 NIIIROD {iitierntping). 
 Which leads straight forward, over cowardice. 
 And half-belief, and forms of later law 
 God never gRve. What says the foolish world ? 
 That place and time and circumstance have changed : 
 Still those were holy men. But what they did 
 Makes us unholy. Oh ! He loved them well. 
 Stepped down from heaven upon their herded hills, 
 Talked face to face — so much priests bid us take, 
 Tlien — there they halt ; and all emasculate law 
 They teach, casts dirt on Israel of old. 
 Of kings, or prophets, or apostles, none 
 Forbids our following : every sign bestowed 
 On our new eyes says. Conquer all by all ! 
 
 SIMEON. 
 [Aside to Hugh.) 
 He waxes mighty. 
 
j6 THE PROPHET. [Act IIL 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 'T is enough to-day ! 
 The Prophet's words give guidance to our thoughts. 
 Let each into the closet of his soul 
 Retire a space, and there, alone, select 
 Not what the weakening leaven of the past, 
 And unabolished habit of the heart, 
 Stir up within us ; but the thing he finds 
 Chiefest in ancient lives, and lacking here. 
 It may be we shall wander different ways ; 
 But all lead forward, and will surely join. 
 
 SCEXE III. 
 
 A garden in the rear of the Prophet's hottse. Peter digging 
 a bed. 
 
 PETER. 
 (Pausing in his -work.) 
 I hardly ought to say it ; but you can't 
 Turn one thing into t' other. Leastways, some 
 Have only changed their devils, not cast out. 
 And, with the pick and choice of gifts they had, 
 Are none the wiser. There my old horse-sense 
 Said, just as plain, " See whether you can use ; " 
 And, if I 'd opened mouth, and shut my eyes, 
 The Lord knows whether anything had dropped. 
 I can't make out : there 's going back and forth, 
 Like candidates before election-time, 
 When, with a little sleight-of-hand, a man 
 May sell two votes. Here, mine will hardly count. 
 Our David 's always safe, and brother Kraft, 
 And sister Livia, — each a regiment. 
 She looked at me in such an asking way, 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 77 
 
 This morning ! what the — Zion — could she want ? 
 Maybe, the temple — more pontificals : 
 Whichever way you turn, when sundown comes, 
 It 's temple, temple, temple ! I was glad 
 On their account ; but, now it's finished up, 
 Both him and her go sideling round the house, 
 As if forever hunting something lost. 
 
 ^Siugs.) 
 
 Oh ! I 've a hundred acres of land, 
 
 And a house to cover your head ; 
 And in the spring, when the dovey-doveys sing, 
 
 They say it 's the time to wed. 
 
 Oh ! I 've an eye that is blue and shy, 
 
 And a mouth that is red, says she, 
 And a heart at rest in my lily, lily breast ; 
 
 And why should I wed with thee ? 
 
 Oh ! take your choice when the days are long. 
 
 And be sure you never will rue. 
 When I 'm safe from storm, and it 's bonny, bonny warm, 
 
 Say, what will become of you .'' 
 
 Oh ! I '11 comb and curl your bright brown hair, 
 
 On a Sunday morning gay ; 
 For a maid, I guess, when she means yes, yes. 
 
 Begins with a nay, nay, nay ! 
 
 NIMROD [entering). 
 When birds sing that way, it is time to build. 
 Good-morrow, Peter ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 And good-day, high priest ! 
 [Aside.) 
 I have a vote, it seems. 
 
78 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Your plants are trim 
 And forward : that shows Hking for the place. 
 The prophet told me, as an orphan boy 
 You came to him. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Ay, 't was my only home. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Your silent faith counts more than that of some 
 Who make a loud profession. Modestly 
 You choose no gift ; but you may highly serv'e 
 The Church, by being fully what you are. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Preambles don't get through my head. 
 
 KIMROD. 
 
 Find, then, 
 A mate, and add a dozen to our flock. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Oho ! That 's good advice. But here 's my fix : 
 
 I stand half-way 'twixt Jane and Mary Ann 
 
 (We '11 say), both willing. Now, to choose for good, 
 
 When either took, you might find afterwards 
 
 The t'other was the better, — there I stick ! 
 
 I 'd let our Rhoda pick for me ; but then. 
 
 She don't know both. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 {LoTvering his voice.) 
 
 If both were given to you. 
 As in the davs of old 1 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 79 
 
 PETER. 
 {^Dropping his spade.) 
 
 That 's something new : 
 
 You mean it ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 What has been may be again. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Well, each is pleasant while she holds the chance, 
 And would outbid the t'other : make it law 
 For all of us, the double check would last, 
 And they 'd pull square, I guess. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 What thus relieves 
 Your own dilemma offers general peace. 
 But guard your tongue ; I 've no authority 
 To promise this, or even so much as hint. 
 You 've read your Bible : what the Lord himself 
 Established for the fathers of the world 
 Is justified to us. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 And yet it 's queer 
 To live like folks a million years ago. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Ay, there you hit it ! But the Prophet's power 
 Was lost as long. The hearts of men, you 've seen, 
 Are like their stomachs, used to this or that, 
 Shy of the best of food, if other kind, 
 And some half starve before they taste of it. 
 Here you can aid : I need not tell you more : 
 There 's ways of finding how a man inclines, 
 Without declaring much. 
 
8o THE PROPHET. [Acr III. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I understand. 
 
 NI.MROD. 
 
 The Prophet's soul is wrestling with his task. 
 Guard him from useless trouble, keep him free 
 From small disturbances ! 'T is much for you 
 To be a faithful watchman at his eates. 
 
 {Exit 
 
 PETER. 
 
 {After a prolonged whistle. ) 
 It 's half a pity such a man as that 
 Is out of Congress ! When he means a thing, 
 It 's safe to bet the thing will happen soon. 
 So that^s the secret ; and they're flustered both, 
 Misdoubting, doubtless, how the folks will take ! 
 I 'm mighty 'cute, when I lay out to be, 
 And here 's good reason. Oh, I '11 bait my hooks. 
 And jerk men's thoughts out, fast as hungry pike ! 
 I '11 go ahead where David wants to walk. 
 And cut a swath, then — Jane and Mary Ann ! 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 The council-room. NiMROD Kraft and the Twelve 
 assembled. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Nine out of twelve — thereto my voice the tenth — 
 Give clearest title : there 's no room for doubt 
 (Which, as we stand, means nothing else than fear) ; 
 For each, in silent seeking, urged by none, 
 By none persuaded, found the truth. We meet — 
 Against all secret understanding guard — 
 Declare in writing : speaks the Lord, or not ? 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. Si 
 
 Who else hath made so many of one mind ? 
 And if the Prophet's light indeed be ours, 
 Shed on the law he means to give us next, 
 'T is as a chosen field should plough itself, 
 So eager for the seed ! 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Who are the three ? 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 The question tells where you belong, at least. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 They know ; so shall the Prophet ; 't is enough ! 
 The temple's dedication, now at hand. 
 Demands relaying of a basis built 
 Of what came nearest. Thin and crumbling stones 
 Must be removed, and those of solid grain 
 Replace them ; 't was intended from the first. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 I make no secret of dissent. Your words 
 Imply a threat : so speak it honestly ! 
 
 Dissent may live, while disobedience dies. 
 I did not threaten : it may be myself 
 Shall be rejected first. If you require 
 The human logic of the call divine, 
 To settle new misgivings, none will blame, 
 So, afterwards, acceptance follows. 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 Lord, 
 
 Enlighten them that wander in the dark ! 
 6 
 
82 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 So near accordance, let us cease to strive ! 
 The law we pray for gives new power to man, 
 Takes old reproach from woman, multiplies 
 Inheritors of truth, as born therein. 
 And heals perversions that distress the world. 
 Oh, may it come ! 
 
 JONAS, 
 
 Yes ; come to tear down homes, 
 And leave us tents instead, pitched wide apart ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Even so they dwelt ; for Zion was their home; 
 And thereunto they gave what you deny, 
 The riches of their loins. Make end of talk ; 
 The Prophet waits. Go, Simeon, bid him here ! 
 {Exit Simeon. Immediately aftenvards David enters, and 
 takes his seat at the head of the table.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If I foresaw the form of your desire, 
 
 I left you, none the less, uninfluenced pra3-er. 
 
 And ample freedom. Whither tend your minds ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 One here impeaches my sincerity : 
 Let IMordecai declare ! 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 We ten are one. 
 Three choose another sign, or ours distrust. 
 We would restore that patriarchal home 
 The Lord preferred, — its fair, obedient wives, 
 Its heritage of children ; as He gave. 
 So giving; now, that none be left alone 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 83 
 
 Or fruitless : thus the chasms of Gentile life 
 Wherein they fall, or pine on either side, 
 Shall all be closed in us. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 This makes a chasm 
 Impassable between us and the world. 
 Have you considered ? 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 They that follow you 
 Already crossed, and hurled the bridges down. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Such test were all too easy. In our hearts, 
 By long transmission of the narrower love 
 Make shrunken, is the field of sacrifice. 
 Who offers there, in cheerful company 
 With Ixer who for her sisters' sake submits. 
 And for the Lord's high pleasure, hath prevailed, 
 Forgets that he has ever lived ere now 
 (Thus you commanded), and is surely blessed. 
 Save bankrupt be the treasury of Heaven. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Oh ! send us. Lord, Thy keenest tongues of fire 
 
 To burn out reason, greed, and appetite. 
 
 And leave, clear gold, the knowledge of Thy will ! 
 
 There 's truth in your concurrence ; there is faith 
 
 That loves a trial ; yea, so much as this 
 
 Lies, as a tree, within our planted seed. 
 
 But — in His own good time ! What I declare — 
 
 Believe me, brethren ! — ■ comes through sore travail 
 
 Of mind and spirit : I am set as one 
 
 Beneath deep waves, who, looking for the day, 
 
84 THE PROPHET. \\cx III. 
 
 Sees watery lights, and ever-shifting gleams, 
 Till, in a calm betwixt the billowy tides. 
 The sun a moment pierces. Press not close : 
 The purest counsel m.xy confuse us here. 
 Look ye, how many hearts are frozen vet. 
 Which, until thawed, must be withheld from tire ! 
 But if — Nay, this is all. I ch.arge you, wait ! 
 On mine own soul I take the stress of youi-s. 
 To climb therewith : a linger stretched to help 
 May shake the b,iJance : stand aside, and wait ! 
 
 Scene V. 
 A twm $n tkt Prophet's house. 
 
 PAVIO. 
 ( U\].'kif)g ft/ .;«./ Jir.CM.) 
 
 I felt it come : within me and without 
 
 The signs agreed. One inlluence said, " Postpone ! *• 
 
 But something else — what w.as, what is it ? — cries, 
 
 " No cowardice ! the leaven of the world 
 
 Works in thy nature." Yet the inner sense. — 
 
 So pure it seems, even set ag-ainst His light, 
 
 So simply strong, where old. insidious lust 
 
 May otherwise find entrance, — ye;v it makes 
 
 Me co\\-ard ! Here might woman otVer help. 
 
 Had she but reached that statelier nuxlesty 
 
 Which t.akes all mysteries of love and life 
 
 As God's enactments. 
 
 RHOD.\ (cnferiMif\- 
 
 You ha\-e walked so long ! 
 Your face is vexed with thought. What is it fills 
 The verv air .' I have forborne to ask. 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 85 
 
 Knowing the burden of the fate of all 
 Weighing upon j-ou ; yet, if those are right 
 Who counsel most, so soon to be relieved. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 It is not that, or only in such wise 
 As manifest direction of the past 
 And present blessing may increase the load. 
 For triumph makes afraid : it stings and stirs 
 All sleeping evil to a new assault ; 
 Yet flatters so the self-exalted soul. 
 That what descended seems to dwell within. 
 They hope a further message, and with right : 
 The time is ripe ; but whether purified 
 As who accepts a truth re-making life, 
 Or half with us, and half, unconsciously, 
 Swayed by an ancient conscience — 
 {He pauses.) 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Dare the truth, 
 As first you dared. I know no other law 
 Than I have learned of you. 
 
 There spoke my wife ! 
 Yea, if all women were so sweetly strung 
 To trust and follow us, the task were light. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 The women ? How ? you doubt their equal faith ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 {Slowly, walking up and down, and closely watc/iingRHODA.) 
 Not equal faith, but equal — shall I say — 
 
86 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 Self-abnegation ? Nay, the word escapes. 
 'T is one to either sex, yet opposite ; 
 For man accepts, without a harm to love, 
 What unto woman seems its fatal hurt. 
 Such were not those of old, the strong and proud, 
 The stately mothers, favorites of the Lord. 
 What wife was Rachel, when she Bilhah gave ? 
 Who now would yield, to multiply our tribe, 
 And take reproach from others, nuptial right ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I fear to understand. Who asks the " right " ? 
 What men demand the license ? Surely you 
 Denied them ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Wherefore use unseemly words ? 
 Faith is not license, save in nobler sense ; 
 And prayerful questioning is no demand. 
 Say revelation, clear as any given, 
 Should this confirm : what then ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 'T will not be given, 
 To strike the life from all true women's hearts ! 
 Nay, hear me, David ! Do not turn your face. 
 You are so good ! They have misled your mind. 
 Those two, themselves misled, who cannot reach 
 Your purer height ; but this is not of you. 
 Were we alone, and some strange sacrifice — 
 'T is foolish, speaking thus ! Put me aside. 
 But think of innocent wives, whose joy of life. 
 So satisfied with trust in one man's truth, 
 Sustains them in long weariness and fear. 
 That end in pangs, and endless, narrowing cares : 
 No, no : you will not rob them ! 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 87 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Have I robbed 
 All these of home, to leave them shelterless ? 
 Of ignorant faith, to send no power instead ? 
 If care be less for each, yet love remain 
 Enough for all, I give, not take away. 
 To set her delicate heart in common breasts, 
 And so interpret, is a woman's way : 
 Were all as you are — Nay, there 's little good 
 Conjecturing thus : I have a single path. 
 Shall He desert me, after glorious signs 
 Given from the first ? Why, that undoes my work ! 
 Who was it sent me to the wilderness, 
 Unsealed mine ears until the distant voice 
 Drew nearer, and a vision of the night 
 So seized and shook my helpless human soul, 
 That breath forsook me ? Yea, almost I brake 
 The spider's thread dividing earth and heaven ; 
 But such was not His will. When morning came, 
 And, lapped in faint indifference to life 
 I lay, the barren rock before mine eyes 
 Was as a table, spread by angel-hands ! 
 He gave me food : I ate, and I was saved. 
 As well refuse the food he offers now, 
 And let faith, starving, die ! 
 
 RHODA {eagerly). 
 
 Who saved you then 
 May save again ! 'T is nought to offer food ; 
 But I obeyed a voice, this moment clear. 
 And charged, I feel, with all the Lord's high will 
 In woman manifest. I pray you, take, 
 Even from my hands, which then were hid from you, 
 Now, openly, my evidence from Him ! 
 
88 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 What double sense is in your words ? I hear, 
 Not comprehending. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 How could I refrain ? 
 Two days had passed : I dared not interrupt 
 Your solitude of soul, and prayers that fed 
 Upon the life of your forgotten frame ; 
 But, guided near you, oh, thank Him for that ! 
 I left the food — 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 You ? you ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 As was His will. 
 
 What ails you, David ? 
 
 {Aside.) 
 
 He is deadly pale ; 
 There 's something fierce and strange within his eyes 
 He frightens me. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 You brought me food ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I did. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 What else ? What more have you in secret done ? 
 Who taught you so to counterfeit the Lord ? 
 Woman ! to burrow underneath my feet, 
 And make a hollowness where rock should be ! 
 How dared you cheat me ? 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 89 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Slay me with your hand, 
 Not with such face and words ! If I but saved 
 (You say it saved you), how could love refrain ? 
 I have obeyed, believed all else in you. 
 As I believe and worship still : forgive ! 
 
 [She falls on her knees before him.) 
 DAVID. 
 
 Not unto me, your husband, David, man ; 
 But, if I be a Prophet of the Lord, — 
 Yes, if/ It seems to you a little thing : 
 Rise up ! I cannot answer now : the house 
 Rocks to and fro, the temple's pinnacles 
 Dance in the air like devils' shuttlecocks : 
 There 's nothing stable. Rise, I say again ! 
 
 {She rises to her feet.) 
 
 Now take your seat, and sew ! I 've heard it said 
 Women think better when the hand 's employed : 
 If 'tis so, think ! 
 
 (He moves towards the door.) 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 David ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I go to pray. 
 
 [Exit. 
 RHODA. 
 
 Come back ! He 's gone. O God ! what have I done ? 
 
9° THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 Scene VI, 
 
 Midnight. The interior of the temple: a roxv of columns, 
 on either side of the nave, thro7us the side aisles into shadow. 
 A huge baptismal font of stone, resting on four rudely- 
 sculptured figures, — a lion, an ox, a griffin, and a ram, — 
 rises from the floor : behind, on a platform of stone, an altar 
 bearing the ark, on each side of which lights are burning in 
 seven-branched candlesticks. A veil, partly lifted on one 
 side, conceals a semicircular chancel, -which is the Holy of 
 Holies. ) 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {Sloxuly pacing along the nave.) 
 And this complete, a house to give Him joy ! 
 So near, so great, the triumph, and the dread 
 Forerunning it ! But, while I feared a bolt 
 From heaven, the earth, without a warning, heaved. 
 She cannot see the harm, nor I translate : 
 O doubt of soul, so often trampled down ! 
 O highest faith, as oft renewed in pain ! 
 Why comes your fiercest battle now ? She fed ; 
 An accident upset the toppling rock ; 
 The \asion was a dream : the flock I lead 
 Is fooled by me, as I have fooled myself ! 
 Howe'er I turn, I stand as girt by fire ; 
 And all in me which seemed divinely good 
 Is changed to poison, made a scorpion-sting, 
 To pierce my soul with death. Oh, hearken, Lord ! 
 {He buries his face in his hands. A shadow glides swiftly 
 from pillar to pillar, and pauses opposite to him.) 
 
 LIVIA. 
 {Aside, in a whisper.) 
 He 's nigh despair : I know — there 's but one source — 
 Whence comes it. Fail me not, my woman's heart, 
 Or he and I are lost. 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 91 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {Lifting his head.) 
 
 He will not speak ! 
 Doth He not know how terrible it is 
 To ask, and not be answered ? Why, one soul, 
 For sin so tortured, would make justice weep ; 
 But this is good, this seek a milHon souls. 
 What, then, is He ? Hold, hold ! There lies a gulf 
 Whose awful darkness frightens worse than flame. 
 The thought 's a serpent, coiled round heart and throat, 
 And crushing hfe, save one dull spark that burns 
 In suffering only. 
 
 {^He staggers to one side and leans against a column.) 
 
 LIVIA (aside). 
 
 This is deepest woe 
 Of doubt, that vibrates back to faith again, 
 Can I but loose the string. He must not see. 
 Nor hear, as yet ; but, stay ! one chance remains. 
 
 (She steals forward, and vanishes in the darkness.) 
 DAVID. 
 
 Thus all accomplished crumbles, slides away ! 
 Power lost, authority 's a puff of smoke ; 
 Respect becomes its angry opposite ; 
 For each an insult in my failure feels, 
 Spying a cold intention where I gave 
 In self-forgetting faith. 
 
 This dare not be : 
 Am I set back, to seek His face again ? 
 Through heat and haste of youth, too ardent hope 
 Of large acceptance, was confusion born. 
 And still I stray ? Even for the sake of men, 
 
92 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 Should I appear as I believed I was ? 
 
 One line of light, — one little entering thread, 
 
 As through a worm-hole in a shutter probes 
 
 A darkened chamber, — that would save my power. 
 
 ( The bass-pipes of the organ begi7t to sound, scarcely audible at 
 first, but gradually increasing in volume ; then, after a few 
 simple, alternating chords, a faint, flute-like stop is added.) 
 
 Is this an answer, out of weary sense 
 
 Awakened, to delude me as before ? 
 
 Not so ! I cannot dream such harmonies : 
 
 That shuddering of the air, that far-off sweep 
 
 Of myriad voices, hiding what they sing, — 
 
 I feel, I hear again ! Come near, and speak ! 
 
 Fold up your fluttering wings, that shake the sound, 
 
 Or soothe my passion, loosened through the eyes, 
 
 Till I distinguish ! Oh ! some pity breathes 
 
 In your celestial sweetness, melting me 
 
 To such self-sorrow, I can bear no more. 
 
 {^He covers his face and weeps : the music gradually ceases.) 
 
 My soul is quieted, and yet so sad ! 
 It seems to wait, not all disclothed of hope, 
 But passive, like the silence of a child 
 Shut up alone, whom love may soon release. 
 But I, — will love release me ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 {Stepping noiselessly forward : in a low voice.) 
 Prophet, yea ! 
 
 DAVID [starting). 
 Ah ! What is this ? How came you here ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 He called. 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 93 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 He called ? What said He ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 First, " Prepare a chant, 
 Meet for the dedication of My house." 
 I rose, came hither ; and the organ-stops 
 Compelled my fingers to the strain you heard. 
 As in a dream, the solemn, breathing chords 
 Filled all of space beneath the hollow sky. 
 Above a valley ; trees and rocky crests 
 I seemed to see ; and one awaiting soul 
 Was there, and listening. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Livia ! This you sa\v ? 
 
 Dimly, and far away; but you were near. 
 
 Within the temple something wild and strange, 
 
 A sense of agony, a dread appeal, 
 
 So pierced my soul, I wept. I felt whence came 
 
 The subtile influence, — felt, and yielded all 
 
 Receptive tablets of magnetic sense 
 
 Which woman keeps, the substitute for power; 
 
 Till what, unconsciously, you wrote thereon 
 
 Brought me to you. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I wrote ? and you know all ? 
 'T were miracle ! and yet, within your eyes 
 I read the knowledge. 
 
 Also that my faith 
 Finds surer triumph planted in your doubt ? 
 
94 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 This is the prophet-nature : such were they 
 Whose lips became live coals of kindled truth, 
 Dipped in the hell of an uncertain mind, 
 To fit them for the bliss of certainty. 
 What you esteem more keenly, dreading loss, 
 You will attain : your very fears are hopes ; 
 For, if the signs of power be accidents, 
 Then accident is greater miracle ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Ha! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Thus, each side, your feet are firmly set 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 And what I ponder, — is it known to you ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Ay, known and pondered, as a woman weighs 
 Her share in law, her half of destiny ; 
 Not coldly, but with warm, impressive mind, 
 That shapes its living features. Would you see 
 Their form in mine ? 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I feel it, ere you speak ; 
 And yet I would behold. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Within my heart 
 Truth purer is than educated shame. 
 Unteach this last in woman, she will love 
 Not selfishly, as now, — possessing less 
 By claiming more, — but with a proud content 
 In yielding home and honor to the rest. 
 
Scene VL] THE PROPHET. 95 
 
 [She speaks in a lower ione.) 
 Here might I help : my heart suggests a way 
 It shrinks from, save extremity of need 
 Demand all sacrifice. If I confess 
 One timid prayer, and justify the law 
 Through my desire, I do but shut the door 
 On its fulfilment. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Livia ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Bid me speak, 
 And by obedience other bliss may come. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Livia ! fulfilment of your prayer, and mine ! 
 So many hearts, as birds in mating-time, 
 Draw near each other perched on hedge and spray ; 
 But ours, like skylarks, met above the cloud ! 
 When first I saw you, there was touch of wings, 
 Far up in loftier solitudes of air 
 A warm companionship. You cannot sink 
 Below our partnered light, nor I, alone. 
 Aspire beyond it. Come, and be yourself 
 The law, the revelation ! 
 
 {He stretches out his arms: Livia throws herself upon his 
 breast. ) 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 David ! now 
 My Prophet and my love ! 
 
 [Kissing him.) 
 
 Oh ! nevermore 
 Shall I, thus beckoned, falter on the way ; 
 
96 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 But when your weary spirit leans on mine, 
 And draws sucii life as once, from hers he gave, 
 The Roman father, 1 am all fulfilled. 
 This is the place, the purpose, and the power 
 For me ordained : be not less bold to take 
 Than I to give ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 {Returning her kisses.) 
 This sign shall triumph. Lo ! 
 The Enemy but made his last assault : 
 My power comes back : the temple stands complete ! 
 
 Scene VII. 
 
 Midnight. A bed-chamber in the Prophet's house. Rhoda 
 seated near a small table, upcm which is a shaded lamp ; the 
 A'eit) Testament in her lap ; the child asleep in a crib near 
 her. 
 
 RHODA. 
 {Closing the volume.) 
 It is not there ; or else my troubled mind 
 Fails to detect it. All the precious words, 
 All, all, I find ; that, like a mother's kiss 
 And healing breath upon her baby's hurt, 
 Make the poor heart forget its bruise, — all, all ! 
 The sweetness of the Life that loved the world, 
 So hallowing human love ; the promises 
 That keep a nobler justice still alive 
 Beneath each wrong ; the nearness of the Lord, 
 As of a wing that covers and defends, — 
 They shine upon me. Only this unsaid ? 
 He t/:ust have said it : they forgot to write. 
 It was so small a thins: for Him, — ten words 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. 97 
 
 To help all women, — yea, enough were three ! 
 A single breathing from His lips divine, 
 And we were saved ; for, though He meant so much, 
 Not thus commanding, men will dare deny ! 
 
 I saw the text so clearly in my soul, — 
 
 Already marked, and laid the open book 
 
 On David's desk. He could not help but see, 
 
 And then the power within him would be firm, 
 
 I prayed, to conquer other counsel. Ah ! 
 
 What course remains ? My tongue deceives my heart , 
 
 I speak but foolishness, and vex him more. 
 
 But hers makes beautiful a darkened thought. 
 
 Makes purity a secret selfishness. 
 
 And holy love an evil. Oh, 't is false ! 
 
 Why, what did he declare me at the first ? — • 
 
 That faith and love are one ! Give me a line. 
 
 Clear, pointed, piercing, from the armory here. 
 
 And I will use it as a sword. I reach, 
 
 But they are hung too high, or over-weight 
 
 My hand ; and I am helpless to contend, 
 
 As if the Lord opposed me. 
 
 [^The child moves restlessly in his sleep.') 
 You are safe, 
 My baby, even from the world's reproach, — 
 Of love begotten, ere its nature strayed. 
 What waits for you and me ? Confusion comes 
 When that which in the universal heart 
 Alone is holy finds no reverence. 
 
 ( The child wakens, and begins to cry. She takes him from the 
 crib, folds him warmly in the bed-clothes, and rocks him 
 upon her breast.) 
 
 Hush, darling, hush ! If that thy mother's woe 
 Hath pierced thine innocent, unconscious rest, 
 7 
 
98 THE PROPHET. [Act III. 
 
 And wakened thee in witless trouble, hush ! 
 Thou art too young for anything but joy, 
 Too dear for shadowed pain ; and some old song 
 Must cheat my sorrow till thou sleep'st again. 
 
 {Si7igs.) 
 
 "■ My baby smiles, at last awake : 
 The curtains let me draw, 
 And on my happy bosom take 
 The child he never saw. 
 
 " He '11 come to-night : the wind 's at rest, 
 The moon is full and fair ; 
 I wear the dress that pleased him best, 
 A ribbon in my hair. 
 
 " So lately wed, so long away ! 
 But, oh ! "between is joy : 
 He left a wife ; he '11 find to-day 
 A mother and a boy. 
 
 " Be still, my heart ! the sound I hear 
 Is not the step I know ; 
 But hope so perfect turns to fear, 
 And bliss is nigh to woe. 
 
 " What voices now delay his tread, 
 Or plan a sweet surprise ? 
 Come, babe ! and we shall wake, instead. 
 The rapture of his eyes." 
 
 The moonlight, through the open door. 
 
 Upon her forehead smiled. 
 Still feet and frozen heart they bore : 
 
 He never saw his child ! 
 
 {She breaks into a passion of weeping^ 
 
ACT IV. 
 
 Scene I. — The Temple. 
 
 Grand ceremony of dedication : the main aisle is thronged with 
 people, — men, women, and children. The baptismal font 
 is filed with water, and decorated with garlands. Lights 
 are burning in the seven-branched candlesticks : a fat bra- 
 zier, containing live coals, stands upon the altar. The Holy 
 of Holies is concealed by a dark purple veil. Upon the plat- 
 form, in the centre, on the right hand of the altar, stands 
 David, in robes of white, embroidered with gold ; on the left 
 hand, Nimrod Kraft, as high-priest, in robes of violet, em- 
 broidered with silver, and a tall silver mitre upon his head ; 
 behind them ten mei7ibers of the Council of Twelve, in 
 robes of pale green, bordered with crimson : they bear symbols, 
 representing the gifts and attributes of the Church. Four 
 boys, standing below, in front of the altar, hold censers in 
 their hands. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 THIS having heard, — commanded to receive, 
 By Him who speaks through me, — do you possess 
 As somewhat unto them whose hearts are strong 
 To plant His service in devoted lives, 
 Permitted ; not as ordered unto all. 
 The sword of Truth is only terrible 
 Against defiant wills : whoso obeys 
 In spirit, though his human reason fail, 
 Shall yet perceive in spirit, and be glad. 
 It is the highest faith that tramples down 
 Rebellious intellect : while this is blind, 
 
loo THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 That sees ; and even where the softer heart 
 
 May tremble, in its delicate habit jarred 
 
 By harmonies of love that first disturb, 
 
 'T is Faith that soothes our bosom's frightened bird, 
 
 And says, " The nestlings and the nest are safe." 
 
 Remember this ; and still exalt your souls 
 
 To light that purifies, while fancied warmth 
 
 May stream from darkness. That revealed, I give ; 
 
 Not that expected, or of men preferred. 
 
 And Thou who gavest, symbol of whose truth 
 
 These living coals upon Thine altar glow, 
 
 Take, from the hands of the anointed priest. 
 
 Our first burnt-offering ! As it melts in flame, 
 
 And radiance out of darkened dross is born. 
 
 So melt from us, in this Thy holy house, 
 
 All understanding, feeling, thought, and love 
 
 Not meet for Thee, till every soul, refined. 
 
 Burn in an upward glory ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 If strange fire, 
 Hated of Thee, the food of heathen gods, 
 Come forth from what we offer, quench the flame, 
 Or turn it back, consuming these my hands ! 
 ( With both hands he casts something tipon the coals. A clear, 
 
 rose-colored flame arises, steadily increasing in brilliancy, 
 
 until all the interior of the temple is tinted by its radiance. 
 
 The boys swing the censers ; and the clouds of perfumed 
 
 smoke are illn?ninated as they rise.) 
 
 CHANT. 
 ( With full organ accompaniment.) 
 Hosanna ! harp and song 
 
 Proclaim the consummation : 
 Homeless on earth so long, 
 Thou hast an habitation I 
 
Scene L] THE PROPHET. lo: 
 
 As was of old Thy bid, 
 Thine holy place is hid : 
 Descend, and dwell amid 
 Thy chosen nation ! 
 Hark to the voice of Thy welcome, Jehovah ! 
 
 Make this Thy city proud, 
 
 And this Thy sacred river ! 
 Guard us with fire and cloud, 
 
 And arrows from Thy quiver ! 
 Increase us where we stand, 
 That we possess the land ; 
 And from our enemy's hand 
 
 With might deliver ! 
 Dwell in the house we have builded, Jehovah ! 
 
 JONAS. 
 {Among the congregation, to HuGH.) 
 The most are caught. I marvel at myself, * 
 
 Like one, who, entering on a company 
 Filled with deceitful wine, tongues thawed and hearts, 
 Feels an unfriendly soberness of blood, 
 Until their folly rights him. This alone 
 Were harmless luxury for stinted souls, 
 Save for its rootage in their homely lives. 
 The evil waxes strong. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 And weak, thereby. 
 Our chances. Note the women's faces, here ! 
 At first I thought them troubled : now the bait, 
 Self-sacrifice, upon the hook of faith, 
 But gently frightens : they already feel 
 Consent approach, and shyly play with it, 
 To gulp more perfectly at last. 
 
I02 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Be still ! 
 The priest, through all his haze of sanctity, 
 Fails not to watch us : meet me three days hence. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 {Addressing the people.) 
 Even as He charged, sojourning in the coasts 
 Of Gadara : tell no man this ye saw ! 
 Who come to us must their belief attest, 
 Ere they be worthy of the signs. Dull ears 
 Misread the revelations : clouded eyes 
 Behold them darkly. Wherefore, you that know, 
 Be as enclosed gardens to the world. 
 The highway is no Tabor, meet for saints ; 
 The market-place is no Gethsemane. 
 Keep the exceeding nearness of the Lord, 
 This day, and when again in voice and flame 
 He visits us, like secret holiness 
 We share as brethren, but none else than we. 
 I gave you once the Prophet's parable, 
 Here verified : the tender roots of faith, 
 That feed such glorious summer-leaves of life, 
 Lie deep below, and wither when laid bare. 
 A happy bond, indeed, is speech of that 
 Which moves the heart ; but holier, sweeter far. 
 The bond of silence, guarding truth revealed ! 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 {To Simeon.) 
 Wise words, and most devout ! But wherefore now 
 Adds he this law, when, publishing the first, 
 We gather thousands ? 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 103 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Not to any one 
 May I declare, even that I know his mind. 
 I say not that I know it ; be assured, 
 No less, that also wisdom orders here. 
 
 DAVID. 
 ( To the people. ) 
 Once more my mouth is opened ere ye go. 
 In every house the fatness of our land 
 Prepares your feast ; the shawms and sackbuts wait, 
 With lighter measures, for rejoicing feet ; 
 The day is made a glory, far and wide. 
 On shore and river. Issuing forth to these, 
 Let not your perfect exaltation sink 
 Even to the gladsome level of the time. 
 Behold in all, as out of nothing wrought, 
 What here the soul commanded, and the hand, 
 A willing slave, fulfilled ! As it hath been, 
 So, with increasing forces, let it be; 
 And, from the loins of us that humbly serve. 
 Shall start the lineage of millennial kings ! 
 
 {Sound of the or^qan. The Prophet, High-Priest, and 
 members of the TWELVE come foitvard to the front of the 
 platform, and lift their hands, -while the people gradually 
 disperse.) 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 A room in the house of Jonas. Night. A small lamp burn- 
 ing upo?t the table ; the shutters closed. Jonas, his wife 
 Sarah, Hugh, and Hiram, a member of the Church. 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 Walls hear, 't is said ; but they 've no tongues to blab. 
 Up street and down, so far as I can see, 
 
ro4 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 'T is lonely as a graveyard : use your chance, 
 And well, and quickly ! 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Many more are ripe 
 For what we may determine : all they need 
 Is certainty of equal power opposed ; 
 And this, within the compass of our flock. 
 They see not, neither is it found : so strong, 
 So as with Devil's wisdom skilled to work. 
 Is Nimrod Kraft. But one thing hath he taught 
 Whereby we profit, — to keep counsel close, 
 Direction in a single pair of hands. 
 And move, when ready, backed by secret force. 
 Why, such a man profanes conspiracy, 
 So using it ! His weapons, in our hands. 
 Scoured by the better purpose, are made sure. 
 
 The hands are yours that shape the counter-plan ; 
 And mine are idle till you bid them do. 
 Whence comes the equal power ? 
 
 If men are weak, 
 Then women easily may foil the law. 
 It were the rarest show, good faith ! to see 
 The battle left to us ; our recompense. 
 To own their weakness whole, which, but for us, 
 Would be divided. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Nay, you haste too much. 
 Already half the leaven of discontent 
 Is kneaded up in their submissive clay ; 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 105 
 
 And that which drew us, and we still accept, 
 Grows one with what we loathe. Thus open war 
 Were vainly ventured : leaving them, we lose 
 Possession and its chances. What remains ? 
 The help abiding in the outer law, — 
 A hand still stretched, to smite where it forbids, 
 As this, yet spare whatever else we hold. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 Then, as I guess, you guide the Gentile law 
 To his confusion only ? Can you stay 
 Its meddling there, nor open other pleas, 
 Which, in the end, may set us where we stood 
 At the beginning ? 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 There my secret Hes. 
 The world is pressing on us : right and left 
 New colonies have passed the prairie lands, 
 To settle on the river-bluffs, and build 
 Some cabin-city they believe shall be 
 A centre of the world. The chief of one, 
 And potent in their county government, 
 Is kin of mine ; and messages have passed. 
 That half the plot, and most of danger, falls 
 To them who work outside, not seeming leagued. 
 Demands advantage. What, were ours to give. 
 After success, and what were fair to give, — 
 So that the leadership secures to us, — 
 Needs final parley : time and place are fixed. 
 
 HIRAM. 
 
 As here and now declared : this day I bore 
 Your message and its answer. Colonel Hyde 
 Sees lighter work in leading on his men 
 Than holding back : the excitement grows apace. 
 
io6 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 Give evidence to make pretence of law 
 A legal movement, should the law inquire : 
 He asks no more. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 The revelation, say ? 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Just that ! With all the priest's freemasonry 
 To keep the usage secret, here and there 
 Are leaky souls : the raftsmen, as they pass 
 The landing ; firemen, wooding up their boats ; 
 Or peddling agents, prowling through the land, — 
 Catch hints of it, and bear disfigured forth. 
 Thus interference threatens either way ; 
 But we avert a ruin possible, 
 And seat ourselves in power, to change and save. 
 By pointing the attack. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 And yet I 've heard 
 How one, that, in the guns against him fired. 
 Had rammed blank cartridges, forgot a ball. 
 Your plan is perfect, if the guidance holds — 
 
 SARAH. 
 [Interrupting him.) 
 What man are you, to fear the lesser risk ? 
 The thing is coming. Standing now to us, 
 You lose no more, though interference fail, 
 And gain by any change. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 The fact of kin 
 In him whose hand must grapple with the priest 
 Is my security. Full match is he, 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 107 
 
 As you shall know. We meet, to settle all, 
 Beyond the river-bend, just where the bluff 
 Turns inland, and the little brook comes down. 
 'T is thickly wooded : there the Indians made 
 Their final stand ; and rows of bleaching ribs 
 Shine, like the fangs of steel-traps, from the grass. 
 Even border hunters, bold to hug a bear, 
 Avoid it after nightfall : we are safe 
 From even suspicion's ear, conferring there. 
 Will you go with me ? 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 Coward am I not. 
 Though cautious, as befits a man full-grown. 
 But woman's virtue caution never was : 
 Only the rash are brave to her. I '11 go ! 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 Night. A street in the city. 
 
 HUGH. 
 ( Walking slotuly homewards.) 
 Were he alone, he might conspire alone, 
 And welcome ! This is shrewdly done, if his ; 
 The more, if hers. I thought her not so wise. 
 If interference menaces indeed. 
 And one might make conditions, then, why, then 
 Comes chance to seize o'erthrown authority, — 
 No matter whose, — and let it stick to me. 
 So much there is of wisdom in the plan : 
 We lose by quiet, and we can but gain 
 By new disturbance. Had he promised aught — 
 But 't is the same ! What as an offer fails, 
 Can I exact : which side goes up or down. 
 
lo8 THE PROPHET. [Act IV 
 
 One moment both are balanced evenly, 
 And then a hand decides. The man 's a fool 
 Who thinks to cheapen revolution's cost, 
 And feed enthusiasm upon itself, 
 Without the hope of benefit : go to ! 
 I may be made a cat's-paw, but sharp-eyed 
 To grab one chestnut, — let me see it first ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 (Suddenly appearing at his side.) 
 I '11 show you ! What ! you meditate escape ? 
 Stand still ! I will not touch you, since you must. 
 How left you Jonas ? 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 In his usual mood ; 
 Dissenting, yet not disobedient. 
 
 NIJIROD. 
 
 And yours the same ? Should I repeat his words. 
 
 While every tone is in your ears alive, 
 
 You would deny them : so I waste no breath. 
 
 I would have suffered you to take the leap 
 
 To that fair quicksand-scum you think is turf, 
 
 And said, " Good riddance ! " — save that you can 
 
 serve ; 
 And that you will, is truth, when I declare 
 You shall not serve unpaid. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 A Devil's brain 
 Is yours ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 A brain that once he owned, perhaps ; 
 Now by the Lord, to his discomfiture, 
 Tuned otherwise. 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 109 
 
 HUGH {aside). 
 Why, even here, to me, 
 With both hands full of treachery and bribes, 
 He says such things ! That 's genius, on my soul ! 
 
 {Aloud.) 
 
 The Lord directs you ? well, then also me, 
 If I should do your will. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 My instrument 
 Is surely His, in spite of halting faith. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 What would you have me do ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Stay what you are, 
 A traitor ! plot and plan our overtlirow. 
 With him and others ; only, as a spout 
 Collects, from every shingle on the roof. 
 What rain it sheds, to fill the thirsty tank, 
 Convey to me your knowledge, me alone ! 
 
 The Lord commands at will what He forbids. 
 It seems, or you interpret loosely : be it so ! 
 I '11 grant His purpose better known to you, 
 And let you patch the breakage in His law ; 
 But, if the open virtue earns reward, 
 This claims a higher payment ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 In your work 
 Will soon be shown the form of your desire, 
 
no THE PROPHET. [Act IV, 
 
 Which, being seen, I '11 make reality. 
 Though partly known to me, I dare not speak 
 The Prophet's mind, but bid j^ou ponder this : 
 If you were set aside, not faithless charged, 
 Nor any virtue lacking, but for use, 
 As one unjustly to conspiracy 
 Compelled, by justice to be beckoned back. 
 And crowned by honor when the plot is crushed, 
 How then ? 
 
 HUGH [aside). 
 This is a touch beyond me. Driven, 
 While will and purpose wholly seemed my own, 
 To do the thing he wanted, — can it be ? 
 
 {Alotid.) 
 " How then ? " 'T is just another miracle. 
 There have been men whose tongues or hands obe3'ed 
 Some dark, mysterious force, and did the things 
 Their souls resisted : am I one of such ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 It well may be : the working of the power, 
 Itself, is mystery. Weary not your mind, 
 As if to your account were aught set down, 
 Even seeming treachery. So much we know. 
 Source, pretext, object, chance, and means of aid. 
 That, had your virtue yielded, we were safe ; 
 But time is gained since you endure the test. 
 And labor lessened. Here your service lies. 
 First, come with me, and state the very truth. 
 Mindful that, if you swerve, my knowledge waits 
 To prop your memory. This rehearsal made, 
 And duty fixed in what concerns us next, 
 We '11 talk of your exaltment and reward. 
 
 {Exeitrtt. 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 Livia's house. David seated in a cushioned arm-chair: 
 LiviA on a loio stool beside him. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 The restlessness that stirs in feet and limbs, 
 
 The dull confusions that besiege the brain, 
 
 The strange uncertainties of heart, pass off 
 
 When you are near me : overhead in blue 
 
 The sun comes out ; and life is like a land 
 
 Where tempered winds kiss buds, and make them 
 
 flowers. 
 What is your magic ? Nay, it is yourself ! 
 
 It is that I, who follow and believe. 
 
 So spared the high anxieties of soul 
 
 In you that cleave your jDassage to the truth, 
 
 Am ever fresh, a little way beneath, 
 
 To stay your weariness from further fall. 
 
 The light your being brings transfuses mine 
 
 With strength and gladness ever to uphold 
 
 Myself, upholding you. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 The gift of tongues 
 If I bestowed, yet scarce the gift of song. 
 Whence come your hymns, as eloquent of faith 
 As Miriam sang, between the sea and Shur, — 
 Rejoicing strains, that suit our cheerful laws, 
 And shame the Gentiles' wailing psalmody ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 'T is consecration of a skill profane 
 
112 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 •Wherein my soul found foolish peace. I sang, 
 In that dark time before I saw your eyes. 
 Of knightly harps, and willow-wearing maids, 
 Of jewelled crowns, red swords, and evening stars, 
 And lonely tombs, and ghosts that wept and went. 
 One burden beat through all. Such songs betrayed 
 The lack of that which sweeter is than song, 
 Now found ; but raptures of believing bliss 
 Seek the same passage, and the single voice. 
 Chanting in them, becomes the speech of all ! 
 Stay, would you hear a ditty which yourself, 
 As one whose arm may brush accordant strings, 
 Nor mark in passing, did awake in me ? 
 A secret, else, and dumb for other ears. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Oh, sing ! Though David's craft you exercise 
 In being silent, vet my soul demands. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 ( Takes a guitar fram a table, tunes the strings, and after a 
 soft, subduing prelude, sings.) 
 Let words be faint, and song refuse 
 
 To frame the speech divine : 
 Look on me, love, and all they lose 
 
 Your eyes shall $ing to mine ! 
 I ask no voice to breathe my bliss. 
 
 Or bid its answer come ; 
 For lips are silent when they kiss. 
 
 And meeting hearts are dumb. 
 
 A wave that slides to clasp a wave. 
 
 On mine your being flows ; 
 The pang you took, the peace you gave, 
 
 Must wed in such repose. 
 So, love, your eyes alone shall tell 
 
 What else were unconfessed ; 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 1x3 
 
 And, if too fondly mine compel, 
 Oil, hide them on your breast ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Li via ! What are you ? What triumphant force 
 
 Flows out from you, and knits my blood with- yours ? 
 
 How is it that the liquid dark of eyes 
 
 I gaze on grows a broadening sphere of light, 
 
 Enclosing me forever ? — touching so 
 
 Your hand, that suddenly a warmer world 
 
 Beckons and wooes as if it might be mine ? — 
 
 That in your cheek the blossom-tender flesh, 
 
 As it were spirit, sanctifies my lips ? 
 
 Oh ! you are beautiful. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Because I love ! 
 All happiness prints beauty on the face. 
 I cannot keep it like a bridal-dress, 
 Laid in a drawer, with fragrant orris-root, 
 And wear my working-gowns again. I 'm bold, 
 And proud of boldness, glad because of pride. 
 And love the more for gladness ! Thus my heart 
 Beats in a ring, beginning as it ends, — 
 A magic circle, and you dwell therein ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 My love ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 You say it, and I echo back. 
 What more is freedom to a beaten slave, 
 Than this to me ? Oh ! I could sit, as now, 
 And study all the beauty of your eyes. 
 Where nameless color brightens here to blue. 
 And there turns brown, until the dusk should leave 
 
114 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 Their sparkle only. I could part your locks, 
 
 And from my fingers shake their wandering gloss, 
 
 To seize again, and soothe with creeping thrills, 
 
 Till you should dip in slumber ere you knew. 
 
 I am as one that scarcely can believe 
 
 Past poverty is o'er, but ever spends, 
 
 To teach himself his hands are verily gold. 
 
 If you have feared, lest shame and danger wait 
 
 To blight the second marriage of your heart, 
 
 Leave me to meet them, and to tread them down ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I fear no more ; I wait no longer : come ! 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 The council-room. David, Nimrod, Simeon, and MoR- 
 DECAI in secret conference. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 The danger 's real : shut within our camp. 
 Would perfidy, in time, consume itself ; 
 But thus, in league with outer ignorance 
 That easily breeds hate, it threatens harm. 
 Have you assured yourself how much of truth 
 In this alliance lies ? — with how much power 
 It arms itself ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Last night my messengers 
 Came back from close espial of the land. 
 With tongues disguised to speak the Gentile mind, 
 They won so much as Colonel Hyde sees fit 
 To let his followers know ; and strangely shows 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 115 
 
 Our Church's image in their looking-glass ! 
 Hereof they speak : a faction needing help 
 Among us ; hints of strange, unholy rites 
 To be suppressed ; and promised evidence 
 (For he, considerate of future place. 
 First means to lift the banner of the law) ; 
 Then, last of all, his godless crew expects 
 Plunder and ravage ! They would snatch away. 
 With unclean hands, the Lord's high heritage, — • 
 They careful of the faith ! The Devil laughs, 
 Methinks, to see such Christian volunteers 
 Assail our industry with hands of theft, 
 Our laws with sinful bodies, and our prayers 
 With tongues that cast defilement when they speak. 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 Oh, sons of Belial ! But the Lord shall raise 
 His hand to smite, as at the gates of Ai. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 What have we done that should alarm their law ? 
 Lo ! strife and murder in this border land 
 It scarcely chides, is patient of free lust, 
 Yet makes a culprit of the sanctioned love 
 That broadens home. It waits for evidence. 
 I would not counsel rashness : let it wait, 
 And not receive ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Then is their pretext vain ; 
 For we, appealing to the selfsame source, 
 Possess law's shield, to hold against its sword 
 Wherewith they threaten. That were best of all ; 
 But how prevent the tales, if true or false, 
 Which may be carried .'' 
 
Ii6 , THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 NIMROD, 
 (After a pause.) 
 
 He who governs us 
 Once smote directly : will He do so now ? 
 The liar once fell dead ; the enemy 
 Was slaughtered, and no child of all his seed 
 Renewed the race : even mercy was reproach, 
 And Moses felt the anger of the Lord, 
 When human plea persuaded him to spare. 
 How much the more than what was punished thus 
 Doth Jonas purpose ! Why delays the bolt ? 
 Why rusts the blade in God's closed armory ? 
 Or, waits He for our call ? means He to test 
 What zeal and courage guard His holy place ? 
 Then, cry aloud ! As it was said of old, 
 They were not, for the Lord had taken them, 
 So in your soul command, Let him not be ! 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Ay ! that were shortest passage to the end : 
 Let him not be ! 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 Who from the Anakim 
 His hosts delivered, over Arnon led. 
 And gave the men of Heshbon to their hands. 
 Will, from exceeding smallness of this prayer, 
 Be merry in his mind ! No giants here 
 Oppose our path, but one malicious dwarf, 
 Whose pointed tongue may verily stab to hurt : 
 Let him not be ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If some mysterious ail. 
 Even while we speak, should palsy all his frame, 
 
Scene v.] THE PROPHET. 1x7 
 
 Yea, stop with sudden check the wheels of hfe, 
 The thing were good ; but thus to stretch a hand, 
 And beckon, consciously, the fate on watch — 
 Why should it seem so different ? What sense 
 Makes us so thoughtless when we plant a life, 
 Knowing the awful sanctity it holds, 
 When we would take away ? Yet, if life serve. 
 Fulfilling as it may His will in man. 
 Then why not death ? 
 
 {^He pauses, looks upwards with an expression of profound 
 abstraction, and contimies, as if speaking to himself.) 
 
 I see the poor beast's eyes, 
 And that tremendous question hid in them, 
 I tried to answer. Like a human life 
 I loved the dog's ; but when the other came. 
 With certain madness in his slavering jaws, 
 And sprang upon and bit and tumbled him. 
 Then staggered forward, seeking where to die. 
 My hands were armed with pitying cruelty. 
 And he, so doomed, forefeeling all his doom. 
 Crouched down, and, whimpering, read some fatal change 
 Set in my face : the liquid, lustrous eyes. 
 So sad with yearning after human speech, 
 With love that never can declare itself 
 So tender, now so wild with dumb despair, 
 Implored in vain : it was a tragedy, 
 O God ! and I the unrelenting fate. 
 'T was kindness, in the shape of monstrous guilt 
 Disguised ; and, for his sake and mine, I prayed 
 That, through continuous being, he might know 
 And pardon. 
 
 Even so doth God prevent ? 
 Is moral madness, St»me implanted seed 
 
Ii8 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 Of harm to all, thus hindered in our lives, 
 
 Though by the uncomprehended blow should bleed 
 A thousand loving hearts ? I thought so then. 
 It seems not much, when such an aim demands : 
 " Let him not be ! " The words themselves seduce 
 With seeming innocence, — and each a stab : 
 " Let him not be ! " 
 
 (JVimrod makes a sign to Simeon and Mordecai, who steal 
 quietly out of the coimcil-room.) 
 
 I shrink from asking that 
 Which in my secret soul I hope may come : 
 Why should I shrink ? The days wherein we live 
 Allow no Moses-nature ; but for him 
 The Lord descended, counselled face to face, 
 And hallowed slaughter with direct command. 
 Am I so far from ancient holiness, 
 I dare not pray His hand should touch the man 
 Who plots my ruin ? How bring, otherwise, 
 Conditions which make sure the covenant .'' 
 Here lies a jmisi : it calls me to subdue 
 My frightened fancy, and forget the heart 
 Which tries to make itself accomplice : yes, 
 I will implore His vengeance, — but no more. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 And should He answer, as my faith expects, 
 The prayer is justified unto your soul. 
 Your dread is but the birth-pang of the law 
 Reborn in you ; and when in living flesh 
 It smiles, and waxes strong, you will forget 
 All save the glory. 
 
 Be your words fulfilled ! 
 The thing you counselled is already done. 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 119 
 
 What in the soul one fleeting moment stands 
 Is asked beyond recall : let us go hence ! 
 
 \Exeunt. 
 
 Scene VI. 
 
 A narrow, wooded ravine between bluffs crowned with rock. 
 Late twilight. Jonas and Hugh tmder a tree. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 {Aside, looking around Jmn.) 
 A pokerish place ! There 's something in the air 
 Breeds thoughts of murder ; and I 'm cold with creeps 
 That pinched my flesh, from stepping on a spine, 
 Wherefrom the skull, so loosened, rolled away. 
 Were but the business done ! 
 {Aloiid.) 
 
 He 's in no haste, 
 Or we too hasty : he outstays the time. 
 Once more reflect upon the thing you do : 
 Is it well done ? 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 I settled that at first. 
 There 's safety in surprise : if Nimrod guessed 
 The range of popular impatience, then, 
 I grant you, were some hazard to be met. 
 But he is idle, seeks additional wives, 
 And feels as certain of the power he holds 
 As doth a man of money in his fist, 
 While at his back the robber's club is raised 
 To stretch him dumb. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 A strong comparison ! 
 
120 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 It suits his case. You think I underrate 
 The man's intelhgence ; why, not a whit ! 
 Our lucky chance is his security, 
 Which we must use before a breath disturb. 
 
 {^A low whistle is heard.) 
 The Colonel's signal ! 
 
 (He whistles in answer.) 
 
 Mark you, wTien he comes, 
 How perfectly he understands his work. 
 And sets all parts together till they fit ! 
 That 's where the lawyer tells. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE {approaching). 
 
 Good even to both ! 
 Your friend this. Cousin Jonas ? Here 's my hand ; 
 And now, to business ! Something must be done, 
 If done at all, before the week is out, — 
 That is, as you and I, and this your friend, 
 Desire to happen : something else is sure. 
 The excitement grows ; and soon your priest, fore- 
 warned. 
 Will organize resistance ; then comes war 
 To waste the property we want to save. 
 Have you the evidence ? A document 
 Were best ; but witnesses will answer here. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 The written revelation which he read 
 
 Was laid within the ark : that you must seize, 
 
 And bear away ; resistance then will stop. 
 
 Our witness must be forced, unwillingly, 
 
 After arrest : I bring you here the names 
 
 Of them who can be driven to testify. 
 
 You understand ? 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. i: 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 If they the practice prove ! 
 The revelation shows intent, no more, 
 And violates no law. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 To all of these 
 The fact is patent : where you need one case, 
 We give you five. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 As fingers of a hand 
 That soon shall clutch them ! 'T is enough for law, 
 Which started, many accidents may chance 
 Before the process finds a legal stop. 
 And now, conditions ! You demand the power ; 
 I, its equivalent, a part secured, 
 A part reserved for possible future need. 
 So you gain influence — 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 And you assure 
 The chance of power ! Neither can promise all. 
 
 HUGH {aside). 
 Where two so bargain, there 's not margin left 
 To hold a third. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 The time for huckstering 's gone. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 Missing my aim, comes little ; winning, all ! 
 
122 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 Then here 's an end of parley : let us go ! 
 This is no place for pleasure. 
 
 JONAS. 
 
 So, farewell ! 
 Your stipulations hang on my success. 
 
 \Exit Colonel Hyde. 
 Come, Hugh ! the night is cloudy : I must seek, 
 More with my feet than eyes, the ticklish path. 
 
 \He moves away. 
 
 HUGH. 
 
 Go on, but slowly. I have dropped my knife, 
 
 And look for 't with my hands. Before you reach 
 
 The slippery corner where we climb the bluff, 
 
 I '11 overtake you. 
 
 [Jonas disappears in the gloom. 
 
 Shall I overtake 
 
 Indeed .'' I 'm not so sure : yes, Colonel Hyde, 
 
 An accident, if prayed for, might occur ! 
 
 They told me nothing ; but the gift of guess 
 
 Remains to me ; and, ugh ! 't is horrible. 
 
 I '11 neither see nor know ! The skull I kicked, 
 
 Used as a pillow, would not breed such dreams. 
 
 {^He moves onward, cautiously.) 
 
 Ha ! what was that ? Along the darkened path 
 Something, still darker, moves ! I hear no sound, 
 And yet the silence seems a piercing cry ! 
 I feel the lifting of my hair : I '11 stop 
 Both ears, shut eyes, and think of anything. 
 Till I can count ten thousand, then, go on ! 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. 123 
 
 Scene VII. 
 A room in the Prophet's house. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 No, you are not the same ! The simple trust 
 Which found content in what I was — and this 
 Includes whatever more I am become — 
 Hath left your eyes : your tongue is silenter : 
 You speak but matters which compel your speech, 
 And in your ways make hints of things unsaid. 
 I say not this in blame : you cannot be 
 More than you are, or other : I had hoped 
 There were a force in faith, a warmth in love. 
 To hold your nature side by side with mine. 
 And take a larger projjerty in me 
 Through that which only seems to lessen it. 
 My hope is vain. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Oh ! wait a little while, 
 My husband, — as you still and ever are. 
 I vexed you sore in what I thought was "good, 
 And that seems evil which you ask of me : 
 It was not so at first. I lean on you 
 With all my weight ; when you would rest, in turn, 
 I 've nothing but my simple, loving heart, 
 To stay your weariness. I cannot urge 
 Your spirit forward on its loftier ways ; 
 Nor did you ask it, save my faith be aid. 
 When first we loved. Take what another brings. 
 You will not find me selfish : take so much. 
 But keep your heart for me ! 
 
124 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Why, it is yours, 
 No less than then ! A very ghost of change 
 Is what you fancy. Shut your eyes, and call 
 My face into your memory : 't is the same. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Ah, David, David ! I would shut their sight 
 
 Forever, could you in my ears again 
 
 So live. There 's something in a woman's heart, 
 
 I think, so delicate, so soft a force. 
 
 That it will cling like steel, nor feel a bruise ; 
 
 Yet, loose one fibre, it may bleed to death. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 I have not loosed, nor will ! Nay, I have grieved, 
 Bent down to human sympathy with you. 
 And hoarded tenderness you have not claimed. 
 To soothe you till you see. What can I more ? 
 Take back the revelation and the law ? 
 Reverse the advancing work, and, step by step, 
 Make all things as they were ? I see your eyes 
 Lighten at this, as they had nigh forgot 
 To shine : I do believe- you wish so much ! 
 
 RHODA [slowly). 
 No, no ! Not if your happiness depends, — 
 Not less of power, — not all the work undone — 
 Oh, understand me, David ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Patience, first ! 
 Suspend your feeling till around us springs 
 The newer life, then judge if it be false. 
 But if, indeed, arises primitive peace, 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. 125 
 
 And all that in the patriarchal years 
 Made manhood pure, and womanhood content, 
 Then I, by others, not of mine own faith, 
 Am justified to you. 
 
 SARAH {entering). 
 
 Where have you put 
 Jonas, my husband ? Give him back to me. 
 Or I will raise a tumult in the land ! 
 
 Your husband ? 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 Ay, and I 'm his only wife. 
 You have him hidden : set him free, I say ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Wild words are these. I know no more of him 
 Than those report who hear his discontent. 
 He hath not sought me ; nor should I receive, 
 Unless he came with penitence. 
 
 You know, — 
 I '11 not believe you ! Since he held to me. 
 Nor with strange women would pollute my house, 
 You mean his ruin ! Help me, Prophet's wife ! 
 Although, perverted by his tongue, you take 
 Your rival home — 
 
 (Rhoda starts, and turns away her face.) 
 — yet you are woman still, 
 And my distress may somewhat touch your heart. 
 Find out what they have done with him, give back, 
 And we will go ! 
 
 [She weeps.) 
 
126 THE PROPHET. [Act IV. 
 
 DAVID [aside). 
 
 It is no acted fear : 
 Has he been taken ? Is the answer come 
 To what I prayed, — come swiftly back to me 
 With all its helpless woe of consequence, 
 To make the wish a terror ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 In my heart 
 I feel your grief, and pity, and will help, 
 Can you but show the way. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 But I declare 
 Mine ignorance ! I speak no further word, 
 Since you believe not. 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 Nay, I will believe ! 
 His fear was less of you than Nimrod Kraft, 
 Whose tongue — but that might anger if I spake : 
 I know not what to do ! 
 
 Why, go to him 
 Whom most you fear ! But, stay ! no evidence 
 Of evil in your frightened clamor lies. 
 Come with me, and confess the things you know. 
 
 \Exit with her. 
 RHODA [solus). 
 
 Already ? My prophetic heart declared, 
 Then called itself a liar ! Not dare tell ? 
 Such cowardice conceals a little love ! 
 The winter sun, that for a distant land 
 Makes summer, cannot turn all warmth away, 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. 127 
 
 And slowly comes again : let me not be 
 
 A frozen field, but gather every beam 
 
 He may allow me ! Oh ! I '11 prove my right 
 
 By life or death ; but now, on this alone, 
 
 I dare not brood. That woman, wild with fear, 
 
 And charged with reason for it, which alarms 
 
 Because unspoken — something lurks behind, 
 
 A further outrage to be sanctified, 
 
 A guilt thrust under David's innocence ! 
 
 The thought confuses me : I only feel 
 
 The danger closing round us like a mist. 
 
 Cold, formless, chilling to the very bone ; 
 
 And he is helpless, save I love him still. 
 
ACT V. 
 
 SCEXE I. 
 
 Tk£ street in front of the Prophet's house. Peter^ at the 
 gate, talking -aHth tsro citisens. 
 
 FIRST MAX. 
 
 I 
 
 T "S floating loose, as one might say : it comes 
 From evervwhere and nowhere. 
 
 SECOXD MAX. 
 
 That 's the way 
 To make things happen. Say they '11 surely be. 
 And all the causes of them set to work. 
 
 FIRST MAX. 
 
 I 'd check ; you 'd let alone : which starts a cause. 
 Or hinders it ? There s talk because there s fear. 
 What says the Prophet ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Nothing ! If I asked, 
 And ht should answer, something would be said ; 
 But that we neither do. 
 
 SECOXD MAX. 
 
 Until he calls, 
 Confessing danger, in your pockets sheathe 
 Your restless hands, and whistle back your fciith ! 
 Their name is not yet Legion. 
 
 [Ejrit. 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 129 
 
 FIRST MAN. 
 
 No, nor yours 
 A watchman of the Lord ! There are no signs 
 Of Jonas yet ; but people think him fled, 
 And plotting mischief in the enemy's camp. 
 The Twelve hold council : knowing these reports, 
 Which make alarm, they have not silenced them ; 
 And thus suspicion grows. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I see it does. 
 
 FIRST MAN. 
 
 You keep close-mouthed : I do believe you 're primed 
 With far more knowledge than you let leak out. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I 'm honest only : ignorance need not talk. 
 
 FIRST MAN. 
 
 As I do, you would say ? 
 
 \Exit. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 He 's in a huff, 
 But can't help counting me the wiser man. 
 Why, shut your mouth, and shrewdly move your head. 
 And stare right hard at him who speaks to you ; 
 And, when he says, " It is so ! " answer, " H'm, 
 Is it, indeed ? " — and there 's your capital 
 For thriving business in the wholesale trade 
 Of leading people. If I 'd half a gift 
 To save from awkward usage of their minds, 
 I 'd make them think me great. 
 9 
 
130 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 RHODA. 
 (Coming from the house.) 
 
 What have you heard ? 
 This is no time for keeping back the truth. 
 There 's danger somewhere. 
 
 PETER. 
 
 One was sure of that, 
 The t'other not ; but all I know is this, — 
 Some say the Gentiles mean to interfere, 
 Upset the Prophet's law, and him, the head. 
 Make chargeable for what the others do. 
 But that they can't : we 're drifting on one raft ; 
 And none but fools would ever try to take 
 The helmsman prisoner, till they smashed the crew. 
 
 And all are faithful ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 PETER. 
 
 Well — they think they are. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 This was my fear : you mean that all are not ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 It comes of management : the priest, and her — 
 Each is alone a match for any law ; 
 And, if they work together — 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Nay, they must / 
 You are worse troubled than you care to show ; 
 But I '11 not question more. One way to help — 
 
Scene I.] THE PROPHET. 131 
 
 \ExiL 
 
 The hardest way that ever woman walked — 
 Is set before me, and I take it now ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 I don't know as I 'm gladder that she went, 
 Or sorrier that she seemed to think my wits 
 Of small account. Here 's one that, as I guess, 
 She means to pump as deeply as he '11 let. 
 He comes this way ; he 's got a blunted axe, 
 And I must turn the grindstone. 
 
 NIMROD {entering). 
 
 Have you seen 
 Sarah, the wife of Jonas, pass this way ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 Not I. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 She still may come. Wait not for me, 
 Or any officer, but hold her fast ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 There must be two of me, to do so much. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Large-boned, and strong of arm, she is, in fact. 
 You '11 find a watchman yonder by the wood ; 
 But scatter, lest she take another path ! 
 
 Why, what 's the row ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 No more than you have heard. 
 Put what you know, and what you think might be, 
 
132 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Together, and you 'U find disturbance comes 
 Through her alone, and she can silence it. 
 The Prophet and the Twelve have that to ask, 
 Which, having answered, she disarms herself. 
 
 iExit. 
 
 No use of pumping there ! The water comes 
 Just even with the spout, and then it stops. 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 A room in LivlA's house. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 [Slo-aily pacing the floor, with a letter iji her hand.) 
 Renounced, and half forgotten, still the world 
 Has power to hurt ! I know the mirror false 
 Which makes a grim distortion of my face, 
 And yet it pains me while I look. What creed 
 Is theirs, to whom my love gives more offence, 
 Man's habit broken, than hath done my faith, 
 To them a fatal heresy of soul ! 
 Those Pagans, to their monstrous idol bowed, — 
 Once Moloch named, but now Society, — 
 Defile, when turned to their forgotten Lord, 
 His altars with false fire. Ah ! had I found 
 One pure male soul among them, not ashamed 
 To seek, believe, aspire, and overcome, — 
 With love's white heat to clarify my own. 
 And dear dependence on my differing force, — 
 I had remained ! But thus, forbade to seek. 
 Insulted by insipid tenderness, 
 That into weakness fain would coddle power. 
 That shuts men's brains lest ours should be confused, 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 133 
 
 And hides strong aberrations of the sex, 
 Which, knowing, we might guide to purity, — 
 Why, what was left me but a fierce escape ? 
 Thank Heaven, the line is passed ! I 've not to do 
 With threatened shame, or vain self-questioning, more ; 
 I give my being for a large return. 
 
 {Etiier Rhoda : both stand for a moment, looking at each 
 other, in silence.) 
 
 Forgive me, Rhoda, if I show surprise ; 
 Forgive me, also, that my doubt deterred 
 The due approach, which now your coming here 
 So gently chides ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Do not mistake my heart, 
 Or set it lower, for the thing I do. 
 Save you perceive me as I verily am, 
 I cannot speak my message, or may mar. 
 I come, by sore necessity constrained, 
 Or I had never come. 
 
 LIVIA [aside). 
 Her words awake 
 A new surprise : is this the fond, weak wife 
 I thought her, petulant instead of proud. 
 And simply sulking over fancied loss ? 
 
 [Almtd.) 
 Your speech is bitterer, surely, than you mean ; 
 But, seeming in the wrong, I must endure. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Be not offended ! I must needs suppose 
 Some curious resemblance in our hearts, 
 Else — yet it must be said ! — you had not loved. 
 
134 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Let there be more, in this, — that, loving him, 
 You know no better service of your life 
 Than guarding his. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 There read me by yourself ! 
 I 'II not explain my passion, since the words 
 Might sting with needless pangs. I thought you weak, 
 And find you strong : thus, silence is enough. 
 You come because of him ; forget the rest, 
 For partnership or rivalry in us 
 Has here one aim. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 I feel before I see, 
 And that which shakes me with continual dread 
 Dissolves when I would closelier scan its form. 
 The missing man, his wife's most real alarm, 
 The Gentile rumors, threatening David's place. 
 If not his freedom, and the ruin of all, — 
 These have a link which must be found and cleft. 
 Help me, therein : I am not quick of thought. 
 But I will follow, letting you direct. 
 You cannot, surely, unobservant be 
 Of each least danger, when you watch for him ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Less I may see, because I fear it less 
 Than you do. He must triumph as a chief. 
 Ere love can peacefully possess his life. 
 Unhelping there, love in its duty fails. 
 And all too anxiously may guard itself ; 
 For opportunity wears danger's face 
 When first it comes ; and now it may be so. 
 What you declare, I knew : I muse thereon. 
 
Scene II.] THE PROPHET. 135 
 
 To save, if the occasion shrinks to that ; 
 But, if it broaden, to exalt as well ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 And you delay ? to gain I know not what ! 
 How can you thus so coldly, proudly talk 
 Of triumph won by risk ? Ah ! yes, I see 
 My heart's distress is folly unto yours : 
 I am a woman, and you know me not. 
 I show you all I dread ; I give you chance 
 To set yourself above me in desert. 
 And on the remnant of my bliss to feed, 
 And you — seek " opportunity " ! 
 
 [^She turjis to leave.') 
 
 Not yet, — 
 You do mistake ! and I should only wound 
 By picking words more nicely : all are edged 
 Which we two use. Twice have you made reproach, 
 Perhaps not meaning ; I will let it pass, 
 And answer, since I pity your alarm, 
 With offered help : you may accept or leave. 
 How much of faith in Nimrod, the high-priest, 
 Do you preserve ? 
 
 RHODA. 
 {After a pause.) 
 If one's right hand could be 
 Unfaithful to the will ? for so it seems. 
 But service, then, would measure treachery ; 
 And that 's too monstrous ! 
 
 {Aside.) 
 
 Ah ! what have I said ? 
 Her words provoked the doubt I should conceal, 
 And this may do a mischief. 
 
136 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 'T is enough. 
 I know the thought, that, frightened, hides its face 
 Even from itself ; but I will look on mine. 
 T is well you came to me : some sheltered plants 
 First note the distant changes of the air, 
 And here — the thing is possible : I thought 
 It might be later — Ha ! if it be now, 
 I must to work ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Give me a little part 
 When you have found it ! so much is my right. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Ay, ay ! I promise : now, I pray you, go ! 
 For his sake, then ! 
 
 ]^Exit Rhoda. 
 Oh ! she may have her share ; 
 But I, that dare and save and win and crown, 
 Shall sit by him as Zion's rightful queen ! 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 The council-room. NiMROD, Simeon, and IMoRDECAI 
 f resent. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 I find them more disturbed than timorous ; 
 Still in good heart, the most : but that we keep 
 Continued silence, while the threats increase, 
 Bewilders them. 
 
Scene HI.] THE PROPHET. 137 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 'T is time, indeed, to act ; 
 For our intent must be conveyed to all, 
 Or we shall fail in secret unity. 
 The Prophet halts : I 've purposely left free 
 His spirit, praying for a path revealed 
 Where we, between the waves on either hand, 
 Dry-shod may walk : the revelation lags. 
 If unto me, less gifted, were transferred 
 The leader's office, I should exercise 
 With human wit, perchance, but also will 
 To wring success from stubborn circumstance. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Oh ! were it so transferred ! Can you not claim, 
 If we sustain you ? 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 No, I will not claim ! 
 What my devotion and obedience earn 
 Should I receive. 
 
 {A knock is heard: Mordecai ^^^j to ike door. As he opens 
 it LiviA is seen.) 
 
 (Aside.) 
 But to invite the trust, 
 So that the giver thinks he gives unasked. 
 Is always lawful. What she seeks is plain : 
 I 've marked her keen ambition, and can use. 
 
 (A/oud.) 
 Admit the sister. 
 
 (LiVIA comes fonvard to the table.) 
 Opportunely come ! 
 And hence the rules of council we suspend. 
 If you have knowledge, or your woman's wit 
 
138 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Works, with result, for our deliverance, 
 
 Be welcome, speak, and we shall gladly hear ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 My knowledge is not more, my zeal not less, 
 Than yours ; my skill to work with minor arts 
 Which must prevail with individual wills, 
 Ere, as a body, all are moved one way. 
 Perchance as great : so much is known to you. 
 This is no time for testing special power, 
 When any weapon, be it wielded well, 
 Becomes a rightful arm. Our danger lies 
 In suffering our young order to be jarred 
 Too suddenly, or slowly undermined 
 By such defence as leaves the end a doubt. 
 Between the two we need steer carefully. 
 You have the rudder ; give an oar to me. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 You apprehend the crisis, and have guessed 
 Why, measuring it, we have not spoken yet. 
 'T is purposeless extremity of fear 
 Begets submission : what were best to do, 
 Too soon declared, is lightly criticised ; 
 But, now they cry for guidance, we present 
 Calm fronts of unperturbed authority. 
 We crave to act : the Prophet only fails 
 In revelation, which may be denied. 
 If human craft suffice : or, unto you 
 Hath he declared his will ? 
 
 Not unto me, 
 Surely, ungifted with commissioned power. 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. X39 
 
 NIMROD, 
 
 Yet that pretence of law which threatens us 
 Concerns you most. Our body is not yet 
 The giant it shall be : the covenant, 
 Now made an accusation, must be kept 
 By secret truth, the evidence held back, — 
 So, nothing proven, all their charges fail. 
 We best oppose by seeming to submit. 
 Unaided, they examine : not a tongue 
 Profanes the mysteries of Zion's house ; 
 And, once so foiled, our skill and industry, 
 Our peace and order, only, noised abroad. 
 They will not haste to court a second blame. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 The wisdom of the serpent speaks in that ! 
 
 LIVIA [aside). 
 And leaves the serpent's slime ! 
 [Aloud.) 
 
 You, then, accept 
 Their whole procedure, — law, and court, and judge, 
 And twelve such fools as never heard of us, 
 Arrest, and trial ? First, of course, they seize 
 The Prophet ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Me, instead ! I will so lead 
 Suspicion from its present course in them. 
 My craft of brain, that cannot reach his gift 
 Of prayer and vision, hath its office here : 
 It will exalt my soul with holy joy 
 To triumph o'er the Gentiles ! 
 
140 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Prophecy 
 Is that : the power awakes in you : I thought 
 Your gift was "craft of brain." Why, 't is a scheme 
 Where every wheel must with a hundred ifs 
 Be cogged, or none of them will bite ! The law 
 Takes any shape it likes : by prejudice 
 It moves the eleven, and wearies out the one 
 Within whose brain some dream of justice lives. 
 Yes, were our danger, law ! But, while you wait 
 Your own arrest in all decorous form. 
 Whose hand shall stay the ruffian horde behind 
 From force and outrage ? 
 
 Woman's brain is quick 
 To make a part the whole, and for her wits 
 Work easy triumph. I but told you part. 
 
 LIVIA [aside). 
 Too quick, indeed ! I should have cheated him 
 By feigned acceptance, till I learned the whole. 
 He may cajole by truth, as others do 
 By falsehood. 
 
 {Alo7td.) 
 
 Nay, if hastily I spake, 
 The cause lay deeper than my woman's brain. 
 
 NIMROD {smiling). 
 I saw it beating, faster than your words. 
 I but consider, not decide : the plan 
 Waits for the sanction of our Church's head, 
 Which he, in strange uncertainty, withholds. 
 If to the movement of his mind your own 
 
Scene III.] THE PROPHET. 141 
 
 May give direction, bid him not delay ; 
 Or, still irresolute, set free my hands, 
 To work for him. 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 The Twelve are as one man. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 The priest speaks for us. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 And the people wait. 
 Decide to help, where all is known and weighed ; 
 Or, knowing little, work your random will, 
 And bring us ruin ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 You would weigh me down 
 With much capacity. If you believed 
 My power, you would not threaten such result. 
 But coax and flatter me to shift my part. 
 Deal fairly, priest, and you shall have my aid ! 
 You 're certain of success : you only need 
 Unhindered leadership (the Prophet's place 
 Transferred, in seeming, that he 'scape the risk), 
 And then, submissive where they look for strife. 
 You will confound the Gentiles ! Far too bold 
 For any brain but yours ! Were not your blood 
 So passionless, your keen intelligence 
 So coldly watchful, I should doubt the end ; 
 But now — I go to do the work you set ! 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 That 's a beginning ! 
 
142 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 SIMEOX. 
 
 How you bent her \Yill ! 
 I never saw the like. 
 
 XIMROD. 
 
 Ay, ay ! The power 
 Sometimes is with me : may it oftener come ! 
 
 {Aside.) . 
 The work I set ? She '11 do the opposite, 
 Or else her lying candor lies again. 
 " So passionless ! " — ha ! ha ! The time may come 
 When she shall say of me, " Too passionate ! " 
 I think I 've striven to turn away the storm ; 
 But, if they will not see, so let it burst ! 
 They're all mistaken : 'tis no thunder-cloud 
 That rattles half an hour, and rolls away ; 
 But something that will tear us from our roots, 
 And sweep us far into the wilderness. 
 My own device might gain a little grace 
 To dull the blow : yet our prosperity 
 Tempts, as upon a counter scattered gold ; 
 And, though the first wave strike us harmlessly, 
 A second one will follow. Better now 
 Set matters where they needs must terminate ! 
 I 've learned to rule, even while obeying most ; 
 And I shall surely le.xrn to bind and seal 
 By revelation, as my gifts increase. 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 143 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 In front of the temple. A mimber of people collected ; David, 
 'Nl'MROV, and various members of the 'Yv^yxny., among them. 
 LiviA moves from one to another of the restless, excited 
 groups. 
 
 A MAN. 
 
 They should have armed us first ! 
 
 A SECOND. 
 
 The priest is shrewd 
 To keep his knowledge till it's time to use. 
 He has something ready : mark his quick gray eye ! 
 
 A THIRD. 
 
 The secrecy they lay upon us means 
 
 That we may be examined : more than that 
 
 It's hard to guess. 
 
 LIVIA (whispering). 
 
 Keep you the peace, unless 
 They would arrest the Prophet, — then resist ! 
 
 [She passes on. 
 A MESSENGER. 
 
 (7b David.) 
 There are but four : their head is Sheriff Hyde. 
 Our watchmen stopped them at the wood below, 
 And now are leading hither : they would speak 
 With you, and with the Twelve. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Go, bid them come ! 
 
144 'THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 'nimrod. 
 Have you considered our united mind ? 
 Here is it urgent that a single voice 
 Declare the answer. 
 
 First must come demand, 
 Which, save its words and full intent were known, 
 We cannot meet beforehand. I will wait. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 This only, let me speak ! Exact delay 
 For consultation, when demand is made : 
 They are but four ; yet each doth represent 
 A hundred more in ambush ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Are you sure 
 
 Of Hugh's fidelity ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 As of his life ! 
 And whether Jonas did escape to them, 
 Or by the Lord was silenced, — either way 
 He served us first : so far have we been helped 
 To their discomfiture ! 
 
 {Movement in the crowd. The people fall back, and Colo- 
 nel Hyde, with three companions, guarded on each side 
 by the watchtnen of Zion, come forward.) 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 Which man of you 
 Calls himself Prophet ? 
 
Scene IV.] THE PROPHET. 145 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Chosen of the Lord 
 Am I, and Prophet called by these, my flock. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 You 're he I seek. The law, that freedom gives 
 
 To manifold belief, now takes alarm 
 
 At vicious usages, by you proclaimed 
 
 As holy. You are called to meet the charge 
 
 Of wilful crime, with others, whom to this 
 
 You have persuaded. 
 
 {Murmurs among the people.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 And should I resist 
 Such intermeddling with permitted faith 1 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 Though loud report of your licentious lives 
 Commands my action, we are armed with proof, 
 And here resistance would be added crime. 
 Will you submit ? or shall I raise my voice, 
 And call the County's power ? 
 
 ( Tumultuous movement among the people.) 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Go back ! go back ! 
 We guard the Prophet ! Touch him if you dare ! 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Be quiet, brethren ! Law should not be rash 
 To hasten conflicts which she might allay. 
 You, Colonel Hyde, have spoken ; we demand 
 A space for counsel ere we make reply. 
 Come three days hence — 
 10 
 
146 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 One day, no more ! 
 
 (Struggle and confusion on the outskirts of the crowd ; min- 
 gled voices and cries.) 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 Let go ! 
 I have done nothing ! Let me free, I say ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Hold, hold ! 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 My cousin's wife ! 
 
 SARAH. 
 (Rushing forward wildly, her hair streaming over her shoul- 
 ders.) 
 
 You have not seen 
 Jonas ? No need to answer that : he 's dead ! 
 Oh, save me ! take me with you ! 
 
 NIMROD [aside). 
 
 Cursed luck ! 
 I thought she had escaped, but this is worse. 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 What means your terror ? 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 Jonas never came 
 ¥rom yo7if I thought him held, at first, and made 
 Vain outcries ; then I feared for mine own life, 
 And hid till now. Upon my way to you 
 Came two, and held me fast with violent hands, 
 The Prophet's serving-man — 
 
Scene IV.J THE PROPHET. 147 
 
 DAVID, 
 
 It cannot be ! 
 Peter ? 
 
 SARAH. 
 
 — and one the high-priest often calls 
 To do his secret work. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 I ordered them. 
 The woman's grief, the Prophet's sympathy 
 Therewith, gave me desire to question her. 
 If thus our Ivindness frightens, let her go, 
 And you may test the value of the tongue 
 That speaks such folly ! 
 
 COLONEL HYDE. 
 
 Sarah, come with us ! 
 (71? David.) 
 To-morrow, at this hour, expect me here ! 
 
 \^Exit with Sarah, his companions, a^td the watchmen. 
 
 NIMROD {aside). 
 
 There go the Gentile torches, all ablaze, 
 Which shall consume the temple ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 If Still you owe me service ! 
 
 Peter, here, 
 
 \Exit. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 So, high-priest, 
 The court is opened, and the jury called ; 
 Only the culprits have not reached the bar f 
 
148 THE PROPHET. [Aci' V. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Some walls are built with clear design to stand 
 
 For ages ; but the finger of a child 
 
 May pick a stone out ere the mortar dries, 
 
 And leave a crevice for the wedge of frost 
 
 To slowly split the fabric. You exult 
 
 As such a child might do. 
 
 LIVIA {aside). 
 
 He frightens me. 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 Sunset. An outer street of the city. A number of men a> 
 semhled : Pktkr in the midst. 
 
 SEVERAL VOICES. 
 
 We will not yield ! 
 
 A MAN. 
 
 The Lord should send a sign, 
 If ever, now, when to His flock dismayed 
 The wolf comes howling ! 
 
 PETER. 
 
 *T is n't just the liowl. 
 He means to pounce upon our leader-ram, 
 Then lazily bite our throats from day to day. 
 The, priest says, " Let him ! " But you run down hill 
 To law, and up steep rocks climb out again. 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Ay, that is truth ! 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 149 
 
 PETER. 
 
 And he, to boot, mistakes 
 Througli over-sharpness. Doing what he bade, 
 I harmed the Prophet in the sheriff's eyes ; 
 And that wild woman will improve the tale. 
 Until they see — the Lord knows what — in him. 
 I 'm bound to make my blunder good. 
 
 LIVIA (approaching). 
 
 You are ! 
 I '11 show you how : there 's little time to lose. 
 How many here have arms ? 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 I have ! And I ! 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 And, had you not the hearts of fighting men. 
 You would not answer thus. They think us weak 
 Or timorous : let them come in that conceit ! 
 One sharp repulse will so confuse their jilan 
 That time is gained ; and what protection lies 
 In martial garrisons the nation plants, 
 For need, along the lawless, wild frontier, 
 May come to aid us, or to stand between. 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 That 's to the point ! Such talk we understand. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Shall we submit to scarce the name of law. 
 Much less its substance ? Who are they that shake 
 The sword of justice, which would pierce themselve.s 
 If they let go the hilt ? What ! suffer them 
 To seize at will, until our strength is shorn, 
 
ISO THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 And Zion's riches to their hands lie bare ? 
 Not you ! I know you ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 No, we '11 fight them first ! 
 
 LI VI A. 
 
 You will ! And, if no man dares lead you forth, 
 I '11 be your captain : there are Jaels yet ! 
 Let each his neighbor summon ; scour your guns, 
 Run even your clock-weights into bullet-moulds. 
 And tell your wives that milk from manly veins 
 Looks worse than blood ! 
 
 (^She beckons to one of the men following her, who comes for- 
 ward, and unrolls a banner, with a golden lion on a red 
 ground.) 
 
 Behold our banner spread, 
 Yours and the Prophet's ! See that first it float 
 Amid the smoke, which, when it drifts away, 
 Leaves victory behind ! You want a song. 
 To set the courage of your hearts in words. 
 And bid it ring beneath the echoing heaven. 
 Hear, then ! I 've made it for you, and will sing ! 
 
 {She sings.) 
 
 Children of Zion, 
 Crouch as a lion, 
 Eager to fly on 
 
 Foes that deride ! 
 Rise for the Prophet ! 
 Arm for the Prophet ! 
 Fight for the Prophet ! 
 
 Fling his banner wide ! 
 
Scene V.] THE PROPHET. 151 
 
 ALL. 
 
 (^Enthusiastically repeating the last lines, as chorus.') 
 
 Fight for the Prophet ! 
 Fling his banner wide ! 
 
 ( The men gradually disperse.) 
 
 LIVIA [solus). 
 I live at last ! 'T was more than love inspired 
 This counter-plot, though love like mine were more 
 Than cause and needful spur. I live and move, 
 Bid others live and play the parts I set, 
 Concentrate petty forces to one end 
 Which grandly must succeed, or grandly fail, — 
 But, either way, I act ! The top of life, 
 Methinks, is action, when the field is broad ; 
 For power of nature cannot truly be, 
 Till it is proved on others. 
 
 Ah, he comes ! 
 My dream was that I work for him alone : 
 Why, since both power and passion wed, I do ! 
 
 (David approaches.) 
 
 Lift up your front, my Prophet ! 'T is the eve 
 Of strength secured : the test, the hostile charge, 
 Draw near the moment when they sink in dust ; 
 And, after one dim bar of cloud, your sun 
 Will hold the sky ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 'Tis dusk : the sun is down. 
 Old habit says the day will dawn again 
 After a certain darkness : have you thought, 
 What if it should not dawn ? 'T is possible. 
 
152 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Yes, when no triumph calls the dayh'ght up; 
 When human souls, in all God's world, are dumb ; 
 When hope is choked, and, like neglected fire, 
 The spark of prayer dies out, and even love 
 Awaits no morrow sweeter than to-day, — 
 Then, then, 't were possible ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Can light be drawn 
 Even from the spirit, as the warmth from blood? 
 You seem to shine, as you possessed the glow 
 I thought was mine : you see where I am dark ; 
 And, where I walk confounded, you rejoice. 
 Whence comes your confidence t What near success 
 Fore-glorifies you ? 
 
 LIVIA. 
 Pardon, if to you 
 I still keep silent ! Faith, no less than love, 
 May have its budded secret, soon to bloom. 
 For some few rapid hours endure your place. 
 As now, while others work, — I least, perhaps, 
 Though most in will : the lower necessity 
 Is ours to meet, yea, ours to overcome. 
 
 They wait my word. 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 I know it. They best learn 
 Now, when their minds are sore perturbed, to wait. 
 Can you bestow on clouded eyes and brains 
 Your perfect gift ? or justify each step. 
 Greater than Moses, to the murmuring throng ? 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 153 
 
 The human with the godhke essence strives 
 In you ; and, when your soul would sanction, straight 
 The heart stands up in protest : heed it not, 
 While others can be merely man ! 
 
 Go, then ! 
 I cannot meet your words, and will not ask 
 What hope sheds brightness on your face. Farewell ! 
 
 Farewell ! 
 
 \Exit David. 
 
 And for the last time, half-apart 
 And half-acknowledged, do I say, Farewell ! 
 
 Scene VI. 
 
 Night. A room in the Prophet's house. David, seated at a 
 desk, with his back towards Rhoda. He opens papers, 
 looks at them m.echa7tically , lays them aside, and at last rests 
 his head upon his hand. Rhoda sits in another part of the 
 room, with her hands clasped in her lap. Once or twice she 
 lifts her head, looks at David, and seems about to speak. 
 
 DAVID. 
 ( Turning suddenly, ) 
 You 're watching me ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Nay, waiting ; and, besides, 
 Wishing that you would speak. To-day's affairs 
 Leave me in doubt of what the morrow brings. 
 There 's something in a charge that frightens me, 
 
1 54 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Though vilely made : I never dreamed that crime, 
 Even as a painted threat, could be so flung 
 Into our faces. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Into mine, not yours ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 It is the same : the threat, the impossible fact. 
 One like the other, at my honor strikes. 
 I do not think of that. Oh, were the day, 
 And all its horrible aspects, safely o'er ! 
 Were you a nameless servant of the Lord, 
 Somewhere with me and with our helpless child, 
 A taper burning calmly, not, as now, 
 A bonfire whirled and beaten by the winds, 
 What peace were mine ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 {Outside, singing in passing.) 
 Fight for the Prophet ! 
 Fling his banner wide ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 But, no ! you dare not fly 
 Though yet the chance is free. The frightened flock, 
 In its devoted faith, appeals to you. 
 Who, having led to this, must lead beyond. 
 An hour 's enough : the river's middle stops 
 Pursuit and summons ; but, were you and I 
 This moment seated on the farther shore. 
 We needs must cross again. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Do you say that ? 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 155 
 
 Do you set duty higher than our lives ? 
 Why, she could say no more ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 (/« a low voice.) 
 
 Ah, spare me, David ! 
 {A long silence.) 
 
 DAVID {musingly). 
 Were we together, Rhoda ? yes, we were ! 
 One day in June ; long, long ago it was : 
 Wild strawberries along the clearing's edge 
 Were thick that year ; but we grew tired at last ; 
 And I, stretched flat among the fragrant vines, 
 Looked at the sky ; I saw no other thing. 
 The blue retreated as my vision reached ; 
 And as a pebble slowly deeper, deeper sinks 
 In still, dark water, up and upward sank 
 My soul, and sank, and still there was no end. 
 Somewhere, at last, beyond the invisible stars, 
 A hoary brightness gathered from the void, 
 And from the midst there looked a single Eye, 
 Compact of all ineffable light, — His eye ! 
 And did not blind me. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 David ! and I cried : 
 You would not speak : I thought you vexed, unkind ! 
 I could not know, till now. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 We came from school 
 One day, when, from a rising arch of cloud. 
 The tempest strained the black-oak on the hill. 
 You feared to pass : I shouted, through the roar, 
 
IS6 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 " You will not hurt us, God ! " and then a bolt 
 Split with red fire the surging firmament. 
 But you were pale with terror ; on my breast 
 You hid your eyes ; while I, in solemn joy, 
 Chanted aloud, and waved my arms aloft, 
 And felt strange fingers pluck my beaten hair. 
 As one may tease in fondness. Say, do you 
 Remember, Rhoda ? 
 
 RHODA [weeping). 
 Oh, I do ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 How now, 
 You cry for memory of it ? Ah ! I see, 
 Your memory wears another hue than mine. 
 You tremble : I exult ! 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Upon us sweeps 
 A blacker tempest now. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Go you to rest ; 
 If struggle come, so gather strength for it. 
 Fret not for me : my body must be as dead 
 Before my soul is verily alive. 
 
 \Exit Rhoda, slowly. A pause. 
 They look to me : if I, in turn, look up. 
 What help is certain ? Yea, but first to look ! 
 I urge my thought ; but, swerving from its aim, 
 It backward speeds, and paints anew the past 
 In colors which confound me. 'T is not doubt ; 
 'T is no renewal of old agonies : 
 But something cold, that wears the shape of Truth, 
 
Scene VI.] THE PROPHET. 157 
 
 Treads down with heavy step, along my path, 
 The springing harvest, and with fateful hand 
 Makes sign, " Go on : I follow ! " 
 
 Get you gone, 
 Device of Satan ! Is His law a lie ? 
 He made the covenant a perfect chain, 
 Which, link by link, am I restoring, soon 
 To gird us round about, — a lesser world 
 Where He may reign : one flaw, and all must go ! 
 One flaw ? There is no torture known in hell 
 Enough for such malevolence, if so ! 
 I '11 put Thee to the test : our strait is sore ; 
 Thine intervention, since the world began. 
 Never so needed : — do Thy miracle ! 
 Or stand aloof, and let Thy thunders growl 
 In leash, Thy lightnings flash a distant threat ; 
 But breathe one word of counsel, — give my soul, 
 Passive before Thee, one victorious thought ! 
 
 (He paces ike room for some minutes in great excitement, then 
 suddenly stops. ) 
 
 My prayers rebound, as from a solid wall ; 
 
 My brain refuses to anticipate 
 
 The coming problem ; and my very hope 
 
 Strains, like an eye in darkness, foiled of use ! 
 
 What palsy thus disorders every sense 
 
 Wherein the spirit lives ? I cannot see 
 
 A hand's-breadth forward, nay, nor fancy aught : 
 
 The light burns backward over what has been ; 
 
 And its last glimmer, fading at my feet, 
 
 Leaves all the future darkness ! 
 
 Oh, my God ! 
 The mortal anguish of a life at bay, 
 
158 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 Escape cut off, the certainty of doom, 
 All that is visited upon the flesh, — 
 Methinks were easy. Mine is death in life; 
 The sinews severed, and the strength as dead ; 
 No power to reach, not even knowledge left 
 Of how or whither, but the soul a corpse ! 
 I '11 strive no more ; I '11 neither think nor pray : 
 Let accident become my deity ! 
 
 Scene VII. 
 
 The interior of the temple. Men, women, and children gath- 
 ered in groups. NiMROD, <?« the platform in front of the 
 Holy of Holies, trims the lights burning in the seven- 
 branched candlesticks. Simeon and Mordecai, near the 
 door, conferring with two messengers. 
 
 FIRST MESSENGER. 
 
 I counted them as they came o'er the rise, 
 And nigh two hundred were they. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 Did you mark 
 Some in advance ? — signs of a summons first, 
 Preceding force ? 
 
 FIRST MESSENGER. 
 
 Their march was orderly. 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 [To Mordecai.) 
 Then it would seem he has them well in hand; 
 And, whether violence be done, depends 
 Chiefly on him. But who went forth from us ? 
 
Scene VILJ THE PROPHET. 159 
 
 SECOND MESSENGER. 
 
 This side the border brook, I saw go out 
 Three Members of the Twelve : John surely was 
 The first, EHsha and Zerubbabel 
 I thought the others. 
 
 MORDECAI. 
 
 (7t» Simeon.) 
 By the Prophet sent ? 
 
 SIMEON. 
 
 By him allowed ; for neither Yea nor Nay 
 He answered them or me. His gifts grow weak 
 When most we need them ; but the day may cast 
 The power in stronger hands, and save us all ! 
 
 {Sound of drums and trumpets outside. Voices singing.) 
 
 Fight for the Prophet ! 
 Fling his banner wide ! 
 
 SIMEON. 
 Hark, there ! Who leads them ? Follow, — bring re- 
 port ! 
 
 \Exii Messengers, 
 NIMROD. 
 
 {Coming down from the altar.) 
 My hands are tied : all ye who hear me, note ! 
 Bear witness, that, if blood be shed this day. 
 My garments are not stained. I would have given 
 Myself as pledge, so using human craft 
 (Which, for His glory, sanctifies the Lord) 
 To foil the Gentiles ; now it seems too late ; 
 But, when all other virtue is outworn. 
 Then turn to me. 
 
 WOMEN, 
 
 Go forth, and hold them back I 
 
i6o THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 Though driven to ruin's edge, I still obey : 
 Heed ye the lesson ! 
 
 {Enter 'DKWi'D,pale and troubled : Rhoda follows him, bear- 
 ing the child in her arms.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {Looking on the frightened groups.) 
 
 Save all these, high-priest ! 
 I give them to your hands : take boat, and cross 
 Beyond the reach of this authority 
 Which smites them with disorderly alarm. 
 'T will soon be settled whether you return, 
 Or we must join you. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 Suffer me to wait, 
 While aught of peril menaces yourself ! 
 
 (Sounds of firing iti the distance : cries and confusion among 
 the people.) 
 
 A MAN. 
 {Rushing in.) 
 They 're firing, by the wood ! Theirs, on the plain; 
 Ours, covered by the timber : some were down 
 Before the smoke got thick ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 {To MORDECAI.) 
 
 It must not be ! 
 Quick ! — something white ! Within the chancel, there, 
 My prophet-mantle, as the sign of truce ! 
 
 ( While MoRDECAl obeys this cojntnand, the sound of firing 
 draws nearer.) 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. i6i 
 
 PETER. 
 {Enters, ■wounded in the arm.) 
 First, give me water ! 
 
 {It is brought from the baptismal font. He drinks. ) 
 Scarce there 's time to tell : 
 Get over the river ! — that was what she said. 
 
 DAVID. 
 
 Who brought this on ? 
 
 PETER. 
 
 They wanted you, — no less 
 Would answer : we refused to give you up, 
 And blocked their marching nearer ; then — they fired ! 
 Our volleys tore and scattered them a bit, 
 But they 're too many. She went here and there, 
 Put heart in all, and like a general led. 
 And not a bullet touched her : then, when I 
 Was hit in turn, she sent me posting here. 
 We 're falling back, but slowly, facing them : 
 Don't lose a minute — ugh ! the thing 's no fun : 
 My arm feels ugly. 
 
 {He faints.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 Rhoda, look to him ! 
 My place is at the front : 't is me alone 
 They seek, and they may have me ! 
 
 \^Exit. 
 
 RHODA, 
 {Giving her child to one of the women.) 
 
 Lift his head, 
 Undo his collar ! There ! I 've bound his arm, 
 II 
 
1 62 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 And bathed his brow with water from the font: 
 He soon will breathe again. I pray you, give 
 My child your tenderness, if I should die ! 
 
 \Exit, follo'Loing David. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 
 You heard ? He gave you to my hands : I charge, 
 By him commissioned, that your fears be still ! 
 If there be traitors here, let flame from Heaven 
 Their tongues make cinder, that they cannot speak ! 
 We will submit, in all external forms, 
 Even to the Gentiles ; then in secret pass 
 The river, bearing our most precious goods 
 Beyond their reach : our spies have gone abroad, 
 And found another Eshcol in the West. 
 Within our hands lies all we builded here, 
 And they, upheld by faith, shall build again ! 
 This is no time for lamentation : hope 
 As ye have never hoped, have confidence 
 Ye never felt, await triumphant signs 
 Reserved for you. His people ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Yea, we will ! 
 
 {Scattered musket-shots outside the temple : wild, piercing 
 cries are heard. Immediately afterwards the chaticel-door 
 is torn open, and a number of armed men, some of them 
 wounded, enter the temple. Then David appears, shot 
 through the breast, and held up by Rhoda and LiviA, 
 supporting him on either side. Cries and lamentations 
 among the people gathered in the temple.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 Forward ! to the altar, to the altar ! 
 
Scene VII.] THE PROPHET. 163 
 
 CRIES. 
 
 Lord! 
 Save him, Thy Prophet, for Thyself and us ! 
 
 (David, supported by Rhoda and LiviA, totters forzuards, 
 a?id is upheld by them, leaning against the altar.) 
 
 DAVID. 
 Oh for a little life ! it fades so fast ! 
 Hear me, my brethren ! I will only speak 
 Words needful : not too late, the shadow falls 
 That veiled mine eyes : confusion has an end. 
 
 NIMROD. 
 (Aside.) 
 What means he ? 
 
 (Aloud, to the people.) 
 
 Silence, all ! The Prophet speaks, 
 In this extremity, to you ! 
 
 DAVID. 
 (With difficulty.) 
 Be still ! 
 Each word you utter steals a word of mine, 
 And few are left me : let me but begin ! 
 I see so much at once ! all things are clear ; 
 But speech grows weak. Ah, hearken, brethren 
 
 mine ! 
 How say it all ? I pray you, bid your souls 
 Rise quickly up, and save me half ! O God, 
 It is for Thee ! — leave me one moment here ! 
 See, I am dying ! On the edge of life. 
 Truth's lightning flashes backward and beyond : 
 So hear ! First — Hold me firm, I slide away ! 
 Lord, Lord, be merciful ! no time is left ! 
 
164 THE PROPHET. [Act V. 
 
 I see no more — but, yes ! one blessdd face : 
 'T is yours! — you're with me, Rlioda ! — you, my 
 love ! 
 
 {He turjts towards Rhoda (7^ he speaks, a7id falls upon her 
 breast, with his arms hanging over her shoulders.) 
 
 LIVIA. 
 
 Help ! Lift him up ! he faints. 
 
 RHODA. 
 
 Nay, he is dead ! 
 Leave us ! You have no more a part in him : 
 He is all mine at last ! 
 
 ( Clasping David to her breast, she sinks slowly down at the 
 foot of the altar.') 
 
 NIMROD. 
 So death cuts short 
 The weakness which had nigh betrayed us all ! 
 His gift and power become our heritage ; 
 And Zion lives, and shall be strong, through me ! 
 
 (Colonel Hyde and his 7nen force an entrance into the por- 
 tal of the temple. A wild scene of confusion among the peo- 
 ple. NiMROD Kraft snatches the ark from the altar, and 
 escapes through the chancel-door. ) 
 
 THE CURTAIN FALLS. 
 
THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 
 
DRAMATIS PERSON.E. 
 
 A Voice from Space. 
 
 Chorus of Spirits. 
 
 Elohim. 
 
 Immanuel. 
 
 Jove. 
 
 Apollo. 
 
 Brahma. 
 
 Ormuzd. 
 
 Ahriman. 
 
 Odin. 
 
 Baal. 
 
 Perun. 
 Manito. 
 Man. 
 The Sea. 
 The Mountains. 
 The Rivers. 
 The Trees. 
 The Serpents. 
 The Wolves. 
 The Caverns. 
 The Rocks. 
 
THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 
 
 Scene . I. 
 
 The high table-land of Pamere. Midnight. TJie distant snow- 
 peaks of the Himalayas, the Hindoo-Koosh, and the Kikn- 
 Lim shining in the moonlight. At first, silence ; then, slowly 
 and indistinctly, 
 
 w 
 
 THE ROCKS. 
 
 E scarcely change, though wind and rain and 
 
 thunder 
 
 Blow, beat, and fall, for many a thousand years ; 
 And yet we miss the dread, the ignorant wonder, 
 
 The dark, stern being, born of human fears. 
 The stains of blood, upon our bases sprinkled. 
 
 Are washed away ; the fires no longer flame : 
 The stars behold our foreheads still unwrinkled ; 
 
 We were, and are, but Man is not the same. 
 
 THE CAVERNS. 
 
 With murmurs, vibrations, 
 With rustlings and whispers, 
 And voices of darkness, 
 We breathe as of old. 
 Through the roots of the mountains, 
 Under beds of the rivers, 
 
1 68 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene I. 
 
 We wander and deepen 
 In silence and cold. 
 
 But the language of terror, 
 Foreboding, or promise, 
 The mystical secrets 
 
 That made us sublime. 
 Have died in our keeping : 
 Our speech is confusion : 
 We mark but the empty 
 
 Rotations of Time. 
 
 THE SERPENTS. 
 
 We glided once with crowned and lifted head, 
 Our supple grace a wonder to the wise. 
 
 Power in our starry eyes, 
 And sacred mystery o'er our being shed, 
 But grace and power and mystery are fled. 
 
 Our smooth, cold undulations gave the sign 
 Of fate to nations ; fanes for us were built, 
 
 And blood of victims spilt, 
 To win a favoring answer at our shrine : 
 Silent were we, and thence, of right, divine ! 
 
 Are we aught else ? Yet now we crawl instead, 
 Crownless, and shorn of power we did not crave. 
 
 But they unbidden gave : 
 Held once as gods, we shrink to shapes of dread. 
 And writhe abased, with bruised and trampled head ! 
 
 THE WOLVES. 
 
 Prowling on the highlands 
 
 In the ghastly dawn, 
 We scent the steam of slaughter, 
 
 Ere the sword is drawn : 
 
Scene I.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 169 
 
 Sated with the corpses, 
 
 'Neath the moon, at last. 
 We sleep, and let the vulture 
 
 Finish his repast. 
 
 Where delay the wizards, 
 
 Who were wont to claim 
 Fur and fang and fleetness, 
 
 And the fearful name ? 
 Heart of man within us. 
 
 Hate of man to speed, 
 More than ours the terror, 
 
 Terribler the deed ! 
 
 ODIN. 
 
 Be silent ! Ye are not sons of Fenrir's race, 
 The huge, the fierce of fang ! What will ye here, 
 Where even Gods grow dim, and scarce behold 
 Themselves, or hear the echo of their speech ? 
 Methinks I slept, but for how long a time 
 I know not : dreams, or memories of a home, 
 Surround me still, and something cold, remote. 
 Some rude resemblance of the world I swayed, 
 Revives my waning power. Once more I speak, 
 And marvel at the accents, sealed so long. 
 But who art thou, the dark of aspect, here 
 Confronting me, no less a shade, but more, 
 Though lost capacity for wrath would fain 
 Assert itself, and shape thine ancient threat ? 
 I fear thee not. 
 
 PERUN. 
 
 Yet was I feared erewhile. 
 Older than thou, and mightier, I but gave 
 My footstool, not my throne, when came thy reign. 
 
lyo THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene I. 
 
 I held my sceptre still ; and on black stones, 
 The natural altars tumbled from the cliffs, 
 Frost-carved and thunder-polished, took the blood 
 Of secret worship, heard the fierce appeals 
 That half implored my favor, half defied. 
 I ruled by right of eldest cruelty ; 
 The savage strength of man renewed my life. 
 And still renews, though all my frame is lean 
 And racked with hunger, — but I am not dead. 
 
 Nor I, whose temples mimicked once the hills. 
 
 For those strong lusts of men I kept alive. 
 
 They gave me splendor and a mighty name. 
 
 None older is than I. When Man came forth. 
 
 The final eflbrt, wrung from monstrous forms, 
 
 And Earth's outwearied forces could no more, 
 
 I warmed the ignorant bantling on my breast. 
 
 We rose together, and my kingdom spread 
 
 From these cold hills to hamlets in the palms, 
 
 That grew to Memphis and to Babylon; 
 
 While I, on towers and hanging terraces. 
 
 In shaft and obelisk, beheld my sign 
 
 Creative, shape of first imperious law. 
 
 Thou, Odin, lord of strength, and thou, Perun, 
 
 Of fear and fierceness, never touched the springs 
 
 Of life, your faint existence there to feed. 
 
 It must be you shall pass : your forms are thin 
 
 As incense-smoke : what made you shall unmake. 
 
 But I beget, not slay, — grant overplus. 
 
 Where you are niggard, — drink from hidden founts. 
 
 That flow through channels of the riotous blood. 
 
 And keep men at the level of their source. 
 
 I may be weakened, but I cannot die. 
 
Scene I.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 171 
 
 MANITO. 
 
 If I be old, I know not : ye are strange, 
 
 Yet kindred, — long conjectured, here beheld. 
 
 I have some fitful power, which now is dread, 
 
 Now merciful, and, as I think, is good. 
 
 The smokes I breathed are shrunk and almost spent ; 
 
 The shouted hymns but faintly stir mine ears ; 
 
 The blood of dog, and bear, and buffalo, 
 
 Gives me but scanty life ; and through the lands 
 
 I governed, seated in my hunting-grounds 
 
 Above the sky, my messenger the swan, 
 
 My slaves the beaver and the crafty fox. 
 
 The voices which address me slowly fail. 
 
 But ye, of other worlds, declare me this, 
 
 Am I myself, or am I made of them ? 
 
 If, as I fear, their simple souls had need 
 
 Of One supreme, and therefore I became ; 
 
 Or if, alone before them, I have drawn 
 
 Through ages of unchanged companionship — 
 
 Since lonely Gods must stoop to play with men — 
 
 Their color to my face, their joys to mine. 
 
 And to their prayers the expected answer given, 
 
 Declare me this ! 
 
 ODIN. 
 
 Who shall declare the thing ? 
 Dost thou, the lowest of us all, provoke 
 The chill that made me shudder on my throne 
 In Asgaard, when the gold-haired Freya wept. 
 And the sweet light of Balder's eyes grew dim 1 
 Are we, then, born of those who kneel to us ? 
 Shall we the doubter slay, who doubt ourselves ? 
 Or cease to be, who grant the sacred gift 
 Of the immortal banquet t I am faint 
 With more than craving for forgotten rites, 
 
172 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene I. 
 
 And even might perish, did not something burn 
 In mine impoverished being from above, 
 As if Man's shadow met a light in me, 
 Coming, I know not whence : but it is good. 
 
 BAAL. 
 
 Dost thou confess it, Odin ? That we live. 
 
 Outliving name and prayer and sacrifice, 
 
 Save such as in the heart and limbs of Man 
 
 Unconsciously is rendered, tests the truth 
 
 Of ancient godship, yet dependent still 
 
 On something strange, and mightier than ourselves. 
 
 Were we but servants, then, instead of lords ? 
 
 Did blood and odor, sound of harp and horn. 
 
 And choral cries from multitudes of men, 
 
 But pass our palates and our ears, to reach 
 
 The senses of some sole Divinity, 
 
 Whom we thus flattered ? When I looked below 
 
 Upon my soaring fane in Babylon, 
 
 Who was 't looked down on me ? Who shook my soul. 
 
 But not with fear, or hate, or jealousy, — 
 
 Since each were vain, — but something fine and pure, 
 
 That made me stagger, as my feet were clay ? 
 
 PERUN. 
 
 Why, then, if such there be, I know Him not. 
 
 ODIN. 
 
 Peace, ignorant savage ! To thy Lord and mine 
 Dream no rebellion ! By His leave we are. 
 No less than Man's necessity. But what 
 He is, where throned, and how upheld in power, 
 I fain would know. 
 
Scene L] THE MASQUE OF THE CODS. I73 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Lo ! I am that I am. 
 {A pause.) 
 
 THE GODS. 
 We cannot understand Thee, yet we bow, 
 And, without knowledge, own Thee : are we Thine, 
 Or shall we cease when men no more believe ? 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Mine are ye : also Man's. 
 
 THE GODS. 
 
 We feel, and must 
 Acknowledge Thee. Our questioning is vain 
 And self-betraying, since to question is 
 No office of tlie Gods. We yield to Thee, 
 Who knowest, but who wilt not answer us. 
 
 We burned their temples, overturned their altars ; 
 
 Through force or love we learned the newer worship, 
 
 And taught our children other than our fathers. 
 
 We gave them fear, we gave them war and slaughter, 
 
 We died to keep them in their sacred houses, 
 
 We lived to crown them rulers of the nations. 
 
 But they forget, they perish or desert us. 
 
 Too weak, without us, to become immortal. 
 
 They change like us, yet claim to sit above us, 
 
 Our hkenesses, of grander limb and feature. 
 
 Of stronger hate and lust, and gentler pity. 
 
 We dream of higher, yet we cannot reach them; 
 
 We grope for something which our hands can cling to, 
 
 Our eyes behold, our minds accept and fathom ; 
 
 And, groping, seizing, holding, lo ! they fail us 
 
 As they were not — yet must we fear and worship. 
 
174 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene II. 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 A Doric temple, in ruins, on a headland ahoz<e the JEgean 
 Sea. A valley and mountains in the bachground. Early 
 dawn, 
 
 THE TREES. 
 
 Barrenly murmur tlirough manifold branches, 
 
 Answer the billows that tumble ashore, 
 Blossom or strip in the march of the seasons, 
 
 We are but sport of the winds, and no more ! 
 
 Shadow we give them where once we were holy, 
 Lintel and beam for the being they stole ; 
 
 Service for sacrifice, litter for garlands, 
 Use for the Beauty they granted a soul. 
 
 Desolate, cold, is the shell of the Dryad ; 
 
 Still are the dances, the oracles dumb : 
 Playmates of old, we are slighted as strangers, 
 
 Shorn of our honor in ages to come ! 
 
 THE RIVERS. 
 
 We are loud and silent, we hasten and dally. 
 
 We bless and waste, as in days that are dead ; 
 We dance on the hillside and sleep in the valley, 
 
 With the rocks as a cradle, the reeds as a bed ; 
 But the nymphs of our fountains leave them untendcd. 
 
 And the god of the stream is gone from his urn : 
 The term of our human beauty is ended, 
 
 And its liquid graces shall never return. 
 
Scene II.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 175 
 
 We bless and waste, we speed in our courses, 
 
 We urge and pilot, we cheer and call ; 
 We wander and widen, with fetterless forces. 
 
 Servants and lovers and lords of all ! 
 The pulses of Life, in our veins unbroken. 
 
 The movement of Life, in the tides we pour, 
 Still bind us to men, with a secret token. 
 
 And keep us kindred, though none adore ! 
 
 THE MOUNTAINS. 
 
 Howe'er the wheels of Time go round, 
 
 We cannot wholly be discrowned. 
 
 We bind, in form, and hue, and height. 
 
 The Finite to the Infinite, 
 
 And, lifted on our shoulders bare. 
 
 The races breathe an ampler air. 
 
 The arms that clasped, the lips that kissed, 
 
 Have vanished from the morning mist ; 
 
 The dainty shapes that flaslied and passed 
 
 In spray the plunging torrent cast, 
 
 Or danced through woven gleam and shade, 
 
 The vapors and the sunbeams braid. 
 
 Grow thin and pale : each holy haunt 
 
 Of Gods or spirits ministrant 
 
 Hath something lost of ancient awe ; 
 
 Yet from the stooping heavens we draw 
 
 A beauty, niystery, and might. 
 
 Time cannot change nor worship slight. 
 
 The gold of dawn and sunset sheds 
 
 Unearthly glory on our heads ; 
 
 The secret of the skies we keep ; 
 
 And whispers, round each lonely steep. 
 
 Allure and promise, yet withhold. 
 
 What bard and prophet never told. 
 
 While Man's slow ages come and go^ 
 
176 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene II. 
 
 Our dateless chronicles of snow 
 Their changeless old inscription show, 
 And men therein forever see 
 The unread speech of Deity. 
 
 THE SEA. 
 
 What were the bloodless nymphs, the Triton swarms, 
 
 The car of Cypris, Galatea's shell, 
 The green-haired Gods, the cold, ambiguous forms 
 
 That in me dwelt, or only seemed to dwell ? 
 
 What did I care for Glaucus by the shore. 
 
 Or Proteus hiding in the hollow cave ? 
 That yon blue billow old Poseidon bore, 
 
 Or Aphrodite warmed this amber wave ? 
 
 Those freaks of fancy were as dying spray, 
 The foamy fringes of the strength I hurled. 
 
 Whose bosom heaves to one unsetting Day, 
 The azure guard and girdle of the world. 
 
 If Man gives being, he gave naught to me. 
 And of mine empire naught has overthrown : 
 
 I am, I was, and I shall ever be 
 Apart in power, inviolate, unknown. 
 
 Before my myriad voices he is dumb, 
 
 Yet probes their meaning in eternal pain : 
 
 I call him, and he cannot fail to come, 
 I cast him forth, and he returns again. 
 
 So many Gods have I exalted hailed. 
 
 So man}-, spurned, have rotted in my breast; 
 
 Yet mine the balanced powers wherein they failed, — 
 The face of action and the heart of rest ! 
 
Scene II.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 177 
 
 JOVE. 
 
 I hear thine ancient murmur, and the slow 
 
 Reverberation from thy thousand shores. 
 
 Who knows thee, cannot die : for those, thy Gods, 
 
 My brood that peopled thee, but strayed in joy 
 
 Of half-existence o'er thy restless fields. 
 
 What though Olympus props dismantled halls, 
 
 The dust of ages on their golden chairs. 
 
 And Ganymede is but a heap of bones 
 
 Beside the shrivelled eagle, — still I live, 
 
 Much as I was before my children made 
 
 Their easy ladders for the climbing souls 
 
 Of men, who dreamed while dreaming that they knew. 
 
 All chains of life they grasped led back to me ; 
 
 All aspirations pointed on to me, 
 
 And, like thyself, I bounded then the world. 
 
 If now the chains be broken, otherwhere 
 
 The eyes be turned, and features not mine own 
 
 Shine from that void beyond both men and Gods, 
 
 Shall I then cease ? Not so : the later reign 
 
 Is built on mine, of mine the later laws 
 
 Are born, and he who rules resembles me. 
 
 ELOHIM. 
 
 Thou liest to thyself, as thou erewhile 
 Didst lie to men. We saw thy hollow state, 
 And we allowed, foreknowing its decay. 
 Stretch not this tolerance, which lets thee still 
 Dream olden dreams, see olden visions, claim — 
 Since broken is thy painted thunderbolt — 
 The lightnings of the Law ! We led the tribes, 
 By changing pillars of the cloud and fire. 
 From On to Pisgah : we upheld their hands : 
 We planted them among the pleasant vales, 
 And they, our children, knew the Lord their God. 
 12 
 
178 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene II. 
 
 They cried, and we did bear : tliey went astray, 
 And then we smote them : as they honored us, 
 We gave them honor, and as they obeyed 
 We blessed them ; till the chosen seed became 
 Exalted o'er the kingdoms of the world. 
 Thy bestial co-mates, Baal and Peor 
 And Ashtaroth, have died disgraceful deaths : 
 Why livest thou ? 
 
 JOVE. 
 
 Thou wert a jealous God, 
 And wouldst none others have beside thee. Yet 
 They were, and led thy chosen seed astray. 
 If, knowing thee, men justice learned, and truth. 
 And worship, which is highest, I bestowed 
 Joy, beauty, grace, and with permitted toys 
 Coaxed my fair children to a fairer state. 
 I grudged thee not thy shrines and oracles, 
 Prophet, and judge, and psalmist, having mine. 
 I saw thy ways, and read what even thou 
 Not yet acknowledgest, but which draws nigh 
 To shake our thrones : for as we are, we are : 
 We cannot rise when clearer eyes of men 
 Attain our height, and strive to pierce beyond 
 Their own colossal shadows. Mark where ours 
 Fall side by side upon the race below, 
 Featured alike in power and majesty. 
 Yet fading in a sweet and solemn light 
 That dawns above them ! Be not wroth with me : 
 I kept thy secret as thou keptest mine. 
 
 ELOHIM. 
 
 Yea, thou hast worked for us : what we foreknew 
 Was thy foreboding. If, like cloud on cloud, 
 Something of us is dimly thrown on thee, 
 
Scene II.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 179 
 
 We are the sun whereby our shadow falls. 
 If thou wouldst live, teach men the way to us 
 Through justice, fear, and through avenging law ; 
 And leave thy lusts and base necessities 
 To those below the thunder ! 
 
 JOVE, 
 
 See, where come 
 The orbs of Ligth and Darkness from the East, 
 Across thy heavens, as 't were the cloud of stars 
 Beside the lone black blot of starless space, 
 In that far universe I know not of. 
 They, too, are Gods, and claim their equal seats. 
 
 ORMUZD. 
 
 Be mighty, ye, for them who look to Power ; 
 
 Be stern and just for them who bow to Law ; 
 
 Be jealous, kind, or cruel, as your tribes 
 
 Demand such discipline ! I am but one. 
 
 One spirit, effluence, operation, force, 
 
 One sweet and sovereign heart, whose beats began 
 
 With first of things, and shall be felt in all 
 
 Forever ! Void of veil or mystery 
 
 My being men behold, and with weak arms 
 
 Draw down to wed their own, and give them peace. 
 
 The lowest feels me, and the highest fails 
 
 To grasp my sole omnipotence of Good. 
 
 AHRIMAN. 
 
 Make room for me, twin of thine eldest birth ! 
 If each bright sun in all the studded sky 
 Be throne, at once, and fountain of thy rays. 
 Yet in the unmeasured gulfs dividing them 
 I dwell, and ever compass thee around. 
 One spirit, effluence, operation, force, 
 
i8o THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene II. 
 
 One dark, relentless heart, whose beats began 
 With first of things, and shall be felt in all 
 Forever ! Men may fear me, but they love : 
 They seek the darkness rather than the light ; 
 And all thine atoms, or in them or space, 
 Are swallowed up in mine. Thus am I throned 
 In sole omnipotence of Evil. 
 
 JOVE. 
 
 Hark! 
 I hear a noise of mighty multitudes, 
 Confused, and crying from the fields of Earth, 
 And in their cries I hear your names and mine. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 We found the Gods above our ancient idols, 
 And worshipped them with voice and deed and duty. 
 Each was unquestioned, each august and awful, 
 And, knowing him, we rested in the knowledge. 
 We grew in power, we builded towns and temples ; 
 We wrought the wider fabric of the nations, 
 We made the forces which we feared obey us. 
 Lo ! now, their spirits, as our own in battle. 
 Stand face to face : their dark or shining legions 
 Meet in our souls, and tear us and bewilder. 
 We yield to law, we seek eternal Justice, 
 We love the Good, yet we accept the Evil, 
 We love our lives, we cling to joy and beauty, 
 We render penitence, we pray for pardon, 
 We look past death to some serene Hereafter. 
 Which of these things of ours shall we surrender .-' 
 They were bestowed : how can they be divided ? 
 Shall we be umpires in the high, supernal 
 Debate of Gods, or is there One beyond them 
 Whom we have heard, through them, in changing 
 voices ? 
 
Scene II.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. i8l 
 
 Then come Thou near, enlighten and console us ! 
 Take our own shape, be guide and God, yet brother ! 
 
 APOLLO. 
 
 I come, your shepherd of the sunny hills 
 
 In Thessaly, who from the reedy pipe 
 
 Allured the hidden sweetness of your breath, 
 
 And made a music of 3'our empty lives. 
 
 I taught ye beauty, harmony, and grace ; 
 
 I lifted and ennobled ye ; I clothed 
 
 Your limbs with glory and your brows with song. 
 
 Nature, the hard, unfriendly mother, gave 
 
 Her sweetest milk to nourish ye anew. 
 
 And all her forms, as lovers or as friends, 
 
 Moved in your life, and led your shining march 
 
 Of ages, as a triumph ! Still I walk. 
 
 Though unacknowledged, filling hungry ears 
 
 With purer sound, and brightening weary eyes 
 
 With visions of the beauty that may be. 
 
 For Beauty is the order of the Gods, 
 
 The ether breathed alone by souls uplift 
 
 In aspiration, and the crown of all, 
 
 Save whom dumb darkness and the bestial life 
 
 Tread out of being. Reaching her, ye live. 
 
 IMMANUEL. 
 
 She is not Love. I know thy proud, pure face. 
 
 And was content to see thy form as mine. 
 
 In temples where the Truth was sought through me. 
 
 In love, in meekness and in lowliness, 
 
 I did my Father's will : come unto me, 
 
 Ye heavy-laden, weary sons of earth, 
 
 And I will give you rest. I do but speak 
 
 The things He bids me, of myself am naught. 
 
 Love one another : inasmuch as yo. 
 
1 82 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. JScene II. 
 
 Shall do it to the least of these, my brothers, 
 
 Ye do it unto me. Behold, I came 
 
 To bring ye peace, yet also bring a sword ; 
 
 For love, and diligence in doing good, 
 
 Mercy divine and holy charity. 
 
 Stir up the evil that among you dwells ; 
 
 But through the strife His Kingdom shall be based, 
 
 Who is alone from everlasting on 
 
 To everlasting : and His rule is love. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 One's face is fairer than the star of morning ; 
 One's voice is sweeter than the dew of Hermon 
 To flowers that wither : who is there beside them ? 
 And is there need of any one above him 
 Who brings his gifts of good and love and mercy ? 
 We climb to nobler knowledge, finer senses. 
 And every triumph brings diviner promise. 
 But Life is more : our souls for other waters 
 Were sore athirst, till He unlocked the fountain. 
 Now let us drink ; for as a hart that panteth. 
 Escaped from spears across the burning desert, 
 We think to drain the brook, yet still it floweth. 
 
Scene III.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 183 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 A vast landscape. Sunrise. 
 CHORUS OF SPIRITS. 
 
 In the ether of stars, in the bath of the planets, 
 In the darkest deeps of the severing spaces, 
 The force of the Spirit is working on : 
 And men have guessed it, have felt its glory, 
 Have babbled its speech, and fathomed its secrets 
 In earth and ocean and wind and flame. 
 
 They have conquered the phantoms themselves cre- 
 ated ; 
 They have torn the masks from the gods aforetime. 
 To find the mock of the face of Man. 
 They sprinkle themselves with blood of atonement. 
 Persuade their souls to believe and be quiet, 
 Yet restlessly reach for the Wisdom beyond. 
 
 The years are as breath, and as sands the ages ; 
 'Mid a myriad suns the world is a darkness ; 
 The Deities die when their work is done. 
 But the mantle of One is wide to enfold us. 
 The heart of One is a Father's to love us. 
 The Spirit of One shall lift us and hold ! 
 
 ODIN, BAAL, PERUN, AND MANITO. 
 
 We are but shadows now, we know full well. 
 Yet life is sweet, even that which shadows lead 
 In mist, and storm, and twilights of the world. 
 We have acknowledged Thee, the High, Unknown, 
 
s84 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS.. [Scene III. 
 
 Who sitt'st above our passions : we depend 
 On Thee, it seems, and would behold Thy face, 
 If haply blood of Thine make grand our limbs, 
 As ours the strong, heroic shapes of men. 
 We give the strength which meets and overcomes ; 
 The amorous ardor which renews the world; 
 The fierceness which is needful as the love. 
 And those indulgences to come, which lure 
 Where judgment threatens : shall we live or die ? 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 I have allowed ye. 
 
 On my moveless throne 
 •I hear, and, that I speak, suspend the work 
 Of effortless creation. If Thou be 
 The primal One, whose being only is 
 Forever everywhere, I work for Thee, 
 Thine eldest force, who fashioned Indra's peak, 
 And from my hand the holy Ganges stream 
 Poured as a long libation, — bade the gods 
 Be hatched in beasts and from the lotus-flower, 
 And with the infant races sport, until 
 These prayed to find me, and I was revealed. 
 I saw my symbols stolen, saw my laws 
 Transferred to other faiths, myself unknown 
 By those who yet obeyed me and adored : 
 But I am calm : no seed of meanest life 
 Hath missed its place in falling from my hand, 
 Nor any mesh in all my boundless net 
 Of woven law hath felt unequal strain. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Thou doest the work I set, yet nam'st thyself : 
 have no name. 
 
Scene III.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 185 
 ORMUZD, 
 
 Thou hast ! — thy name is Good. 
 I surely know Thee, since I sprang from Thee. 
 For Good is wisdom, Good is beauty, Good 
 Is even the root below the flower of Love. 
 I am not idle, though my nature sole 
 Exists therein, but hke the active sun, 
 My sacred orb, with silent energy 
 Pervade the universe. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Good came from me. 
 
 AHRIMAN. 
 
 Whence, then, came I ? Born of the selfsame womb, 
 
 If born, or separated even with him, 
 
 From earliest stuff of Gods ! I work as well 
 
 In mine own way : I am the thing I seem, 
 
 And could not be, except in strife with him. 
 
 He may revile me, but I owe him much : 
 
 His children serve me in their ignorance. 
 
 And round his brightest altars curls the smoke 
 
 I breathe below them. If he came from Thee, 
 
 I came beside him and with him return. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 And Evil I permitted. 
 
 JOVE. 
 
 In my youth 
 I called Thee Fate, and trembled at Thy name. 
 I felt Thou wast, but knew not what Thou wast. 
 Thou gav'st me fair dominions, happy realms, 
 Hills that inspired, and wandering seas that sang, 
 And noble forms of men that worshipped me. 
 
l86 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene III. 
 
 I taught them Order, Art, Humanity, 
 
 And left them — when the time foretold had foimd 
 
 All these in ruin — nearer to Thy feet. 
 
 I bate no privilege of ancient pride ; 
 
 If Thou art what I dream, it came from Thee ; 
 
 And if I launched the thunder, loosed the leash 
 
 Of War and Pestilence, it was Thy will. 
 
 I do not crouch, for Thou hast made me strong. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Thou wast my servant. 
 
 ELOHIM. 
 
 Art thou not ourselves ? 
 We spread with Thee the waters of the deep. 
 We hung with Thee the curtains of the heavens. 
 And choired the morning stars ; we gave Thy law 
 In thunder, and Thy mercy as the dew ; 
 We banished other Gods from out Thy house, 
 And smote the heathen : we translated Thee 
 In human speech to men, and sealed with them 
 Thy Covenant ; o'er Thy chosen seed we watched 
 In war, and exile, and captivity, 
 And the strange lusts that visited their kings. 
 We mean to rule forever, and we claim 
 Obedience of men and rival Gods. 
 If what we hear be but our echoed voice, 
 Then we have spoken. Who besides should speak 
 From the unfathomed silence of the stars ? 
 We walk the world and hear our names implored, 
 Behold our power increase, our kingdom come. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Ye I commissioned. 
 
Scene III.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 187 
 
 APOLLO. 
 
 I but claimed a place 
 Among the serving Gods, yet lords of men. 
 Not mine to call existence from the void, 
 Or give reward, save what in Beauty's self 
 Is given forever : mine the simpler task 
 To build one bridge that reaches to the sky, 
 To teach one truth that brings eternal joy, 
 And from the imperfect world the promise wrest 
 Of one perfection. If than this Man needs 
 A broader hope, a loftier longing, yet 
 This must he have ; bereft of it, he dies. 
 He cannot feed on cold ascetic dreams, 
 And mutilate the beauty of the world 
 For something far and shapeless : he must give 
 His eyes the form of what in him aspires, 
 His ears the sound of that diviner speech 
 He pines to speak, his soul the proud content 
 Of having touched the skirts of perfect things. 
 This much in him I foster, marring not 
 Thy high design, but lending it a grace 
 Which he, insane to grasp Thee, might forget. 
 If Thou, as needs Thou must, be harmony. 
 The soft concordance of my Delphic lute 
 Is heard between Thy thunders, and I keep 
 My gentle state in dear humanity. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Live ! Beauty is of me. 
 
 IMMANUEL. 
 
 And thou art chief 
 A God of Love ! Who hath seen me hath seen 
 The Father. I was sent from Thee to teach 
 Thy Truth to souls anhungered; if I left 
 
iSS 
 
 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. [Scene III. 
 
 Untaught the things of less account, I spake 
 No prohibition. Men have used my name 
 To mortify their bodies, maim their lives, 
 And plant with sorrow where I came to sow 
 The seeds of joy, as in that pleasant land. 
 In Cana's mansion and the home of Nain. 
 I know that I am Thine : my heart leaps up 
 To hear Thee, and I lean, as doth a child. 
 Upon Thy bosom. I have done Thy will. 
 My Father, who hast not forsaken me. 
 Accept my work, and bless me : Thou art Love ! 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Yea, most am Love ! 
 
 IMMANUEL. 
 
 Then am I near to Thee ! 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Thou art my one begotten Son, in whom 
 I am well pleased. 
 
 We hearken to the words 
 We cannot understand. If we look up 
 Beyond the shining form wherein Thy Love 
 Made holiest revelation, we must shade 
 Our eyes beneath the broadening wing of Doubt, 
 To save us from Thy splendor. All we learn 
 From delving in the marrow of the Earth, 
 From scattering thought among the timeless stars, 
 From slow-deciphered hieroglyphs of power 
 In chemic forces, planetary paths, 
 Or primal cells whence all Thy worlds are born. 
 But lifts Thee higher, seats Thee more august. 
 
Scene III.] THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. i8g 
 
 Till Thou art grown so vast and wonderful, 
 
 We dare not name Thee, scarce dare pray to Thee. 
 
 Yet what Thou art Thyself hast taught us : Thou 
 
 Didst plant the ladders which we seek to cHmb, 
 
 Didst satisfy the heart, yet leave the brain 
 
 To work its own new miracles, and read 
 
 Thy thoughts, and stretch its agonizing hands 
 
 To grasp Thee. Chide us not : be patient : we 
 
 Are children still, we were mistaken oft, 
 
 Yet we beheve that in some riper time 
 
 Thy perfect Truth shall come. 
 
 A VOICE FROM SPACE. 
 
 Wait ! Ye shall know. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
PRINCE DEUKALION 
 
 A LYRICAL DRAMA. 
 
 Bestimmt, Erieuchtetes zu sehen, nicht das Licht. 
 
 Goethe. 
 
 If thou canst not ascend 
 These steps, die on that marble where thou art! 
 
 Keats. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 -♦- 
 
 ACT I.— A. D. 300. 
 
 SCENE PACK 
 
 I. Shepherd, Nymphs and Voices . . . 197 
 
 II. G^A AND Eros 202 
 
 III. Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha . . . 207 
 
 IV. Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Chorus of Ghosts 
 
 AND Charon 211 
 
 V. Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Prometheus, Epi- 
 
 METHEUS 216 
 
 VI. Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Prometheus, 
 
 Pandora, Epimetheus and Eos . . . 221 
 
 ACT II. — A. D. 1300. 
 
 I. Prince Deukalion, The Youth, Shepherd 
 
 AND Shepherdess 227 
 
 II. Medusa, Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Chorus 
 
 AND Anti-Chorus 232 
 
 III. Pyrrha, Prince Deukalion, Prometheus and 
 
 Eos .... .... 238 
 
 IV. Medusa, the Nine Muses, the Poet and the 
 
 Artist 245 
 
 V. Epimetheus, Urania, Spirits of the Wind, 
 the Snow, and the Stream, Prince Deu- 
 kalion, Pyrrha, Echoes .... 252 
 
 ACT III. — A. D. 18—. 
 
 I. Gjea, Nymphs, Eros, Poet 260 
 
 II. Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Man, Woman 266 
 13 
 
194 CONTENTS. 
 
 SCENE FAGB 
 
 III. Calchas, Prinxe Deukalion, Pyrrha, Prome- 
 
 theus AND Chant 272 
 
 IV. " The Vision of Prince Deukalion " . . 279 
 V. Epimetheus, Urania 284 
 
 VI. Prince Deukalion, Pyrrha, Prometheus, Epi- 
 metheus and Echoes .... 2S7 
 
 ACT IV. — A. D. ? 
 
 I. Agathon 294 
 
 II. Urania, Agathon, Prince Deukalion . . 297 
 
 III. Prometheus, Buddha, Medusa, Calchas, Aga- 
 
 thon, Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha 302 
 
 IV. Prometheus, Pandora, Epimetheus, Prince 
 
 Deukalion, Pyrrha, Shepherd, Shepherd- 
 ess and Chorus of Builders . . . 309 
 V. Spirits of Dawn, Eos, G^a, Pyrrha, Prince 
 Deukalion, Chorus of Men and Women 
 and Prometheus 315 
 
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. 
 
 Eos, Goddess of the Dawn. 
 
 Gma, Goddess of the Earth. 
 
 Eros. 
 
 Prometheus. 
 
 Epimetheus. 
 
 Pandora. 
 
 Prince Deukalion. 
 
 Pyrrha. 
 
 Agathon. 
 
 Medusa. 
 
 Calchas {High-Priest). 
 
 Buddha. 
 
 Spirits of Dawn. 
 
 Nymphs. 
 
 Voices. 
 
 Chorus of Ghosts. 
 
 Charon. 
 
 Angels. 
 
 Spirits. 
 
 The Nine Muses. 
 
 Urania. 
 
 Spirit of the Wind. 
 
 Spirit of the Snow. 
 
 Spirit of the Stream. 
 
 Echoes. 
 
 The Youth {Poet). 
 
 The Artist. 
 
 Poet [Act III.). 
 
 Shepherd (Man). 
 
 Shepherdess {Woman). 
 
 Mediaeval Chorus. 
 
 Medieval Anti-Chorus. 
 
 Chorus of Builders. 
 
 Four Messengers. 
 
PRINCE DEUK ALIGN. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 A plain, sloping from high mountains towards the sea. At 
 the bases of the monniains lofty vaulted entrances of caverns, 
 A ruined temple, on a rocky height. A Shepherd, asleep in 
 the shadow of a clump of laurels : the flock scattered over the 
 plain. 
 
 SHEPHERD [awaking). 
 
 HAVE I outslept the thunder ? Has the storm 
 Broken and rolled away ? That leaden weight 
 Which pressed mine eyelids to reluctant sleep 
 Falls off : I wake ; yet see not anything 
 As I beheld it. Yonder hang the clouds, 
 Huge, weary masses, leaning on the "hills ; 
 But here, where star-wort grew and hyacinth, 
 And bees were busy at the bells of thyme, 
 Stare flinty shards ; and mine unsandal'd feet 
 Bleed as I press them : who hath wrought the change ? 
 The plain, the sea, the mountains, are the same ; 
 And there, aloft, Demeter's pillared house, — 
 What ! — roofless, now ? Are she and Jove at strife ? 
 And, see ! — this altar to the friendly nymphs 
 Of field and flock, the holy ones who lift 
 
19S FRIXCE DEUKALTON. [Act L 
 
 A poor man's prayer so higli the Gods may hear, — 
 Shivered ? — Hath thunder, then, a double bolt ? 
 They said some war of Titans was renewed, 
 But such should not concern us, humble men 
 Who give our dues of doves and yeanling lambs 
 And mountain honey. Let the priests in charge, 
 Who weigh their service with our ignorance, 
 Resolve the feud ! — 't is they are answerable, 
 Not we ; and if impatient Gods make woe. 
 We should not suffer ! 
 
 Hark ! — what strain is that, 
 Floating about the copses and the slopes 
 As in old days, when earth and summer sang ? 
 Too sad to come from their invisible tongues 
 That moved all things to joy ; but I will hear. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 We came when you called us, we linked our dainty 
 being 
 With the mystery of beauty, in all things fair and 
 brief; 
 But only he hath seen us, who was happy in the seeing, 
 And he hath heard, who listened in the gladness of 
 belief. 
 As a frost that creeps, ere the winds of winter whistle, 
 And odors die in blossoms that are chilly to the 
 core. 
 Your doubt hath sent before it the sign of our dis- 
 missal ; 
 We pass, ere ye speak it ; we go, and come no more ! 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 If blight they threaten, 't is already here : 
 
 Yet still, methinks, the sweet and wholesome grass 
 
 Will sometime spring, and softer rains wash white 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALIOISr. 199 
 
 My wethers' fleeces. We, Earth's pensioners, 
 Expect less bounty when her store is scant ; 
 But while her h'fe, tliough changed from what it was, 
 Feeds on the sunshine, we shall also live. 
 
 VOICES [from tinderground). 
 We won, through martyrdom, the power to aid ; 
 We met the anguish and were not afraid ; 
 
 Like One, we bore for you the penal pain. 
 Behold, your life is but a culprit's chance 
 To rise, renewed, from out its closing trance ; 
 
 And, save its loss, there is not any gain ! 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 What tongues austere are these, that offer help 
 
 Of loving lives ? — that promise final good, 
 
 Greater than gave the Gods, so theirs be lost ? 
 
 Sad is their message, yet its sense allures. 
 
 And large the promise, though it leaves us bare. 
 
 I would I knew the secret ; but, instead, 
 
 I shudder with a strange, voluptuous awe, 
 
 As when the Pythia spake : 't is doom disguised, — 
 
 Choice offered us when term of choice is past, 
 
 And we, obedient unto them that choose. 
 
 Are made amenable ! Hark, — once again ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Our service hath ceased for you. Shepherds ! 
 
 We fade from your days and your dreams, 
 With the grace that was lithe as a leopard's. 
 
 The joy that was swift as a stream's ! 
 To the musical reeds, and the grasses ; 
 
 To the forest, the copse, and the dell ; 
 To the mist, and the rainbow that passes ; 
 
 The vine, and the goblet, — farewell ! 
 
2 00 FRIXCE DEUKALIOli. _ [Act I. 
 
 Go, drink from the fountains that flow not ! — 
 Our songs and our whispers are dumb : 
 
 But the thing ye are doing )-e know not, 
 Nor dream of the thing that shall come ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Flame hath not melted, nor did earthquake rend 
 The dungeons where we waited for The End, 
 
 Which coming not, we issue forth to power. 
 We quench vain joy with shadows of the grave ; 
 We smite your lovely M'antonness, to save ; 
 
 We hang Eternity on Life's weak hour ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 We wait in the breezes. 
 We hide in the vapors, 
 And linger in echoes, 
 Awaiting recall. 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 The word is spoken, let the judgment fall ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 The heart of the lover, 
 The strings of the psalter, 
 The shapes in the marble 
 Our passing deplore : 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Truth comes, and vanity shall be no more ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Not wholly we vanish ; 
 The souls of the children, 
 The faith of the poets 
 
 Shall seek us, and find. 
 
Scene I.] PRIA'CE DEUKALION. 201 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 Dead are the things the world has left behind. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Lost beauty shall haunt you 
 With tender remorses ; 
 And out of its exile 
 
 The passion return ! 
 
 VOICES. 
 
 The flame shall purify, the fire shall burn ! 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 Lift from the rivers 
 Your silver sandals, 
 From mists of the mountains 
 Your floating veils ! — 
 From musky vineyard, 
 And copse of laurel, 
 The ears that listened 
 For lovers' tales ! 
 Let olives ripen 
 And die, untended ; 
 Leave oak and poplar, 
 And homeless pine ! 
 Take shell and trumpet 
 From swell of surges, 
 And feet that glisten 
 From restful brine ! 
 As the bee when twilight 
 Has closed the bell, — 
 As love from the bosom 
 When doubts compel, 
 We go : farewell ! 
 
202 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I, 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 The strains dissolve into the hollow air, 
 
 Yet something stays, — a sense of distant woe, 
 
 As now, this hour, while the green lizards glide 
 
 Across the sun-warmed stones, and yonder bird 
 
 Prinks with deliberate bill his ruflBed plumes, 
 
 Far ofiF, in other lands, an earthquake heaved 
 
 The high-towered cities, and a darkness fell 
 
 From twisted clouds that ruin as they pass. 
 
 But, lo ! — who rises yonder ? — as from sleep 
 
 Rising, slow movements of a sluggish grace, 
 
 That speak her gentle, though a Titaness, 
 
 And strong, though troubled is her breadth of brow, 
 
 And eyes of strange, divine obscurity. 
 
 She sees me not : I am too mean for sight 
 
 Of such a goddess : yet, methinks, the milk 
 
 Of those large breasts might feed me into that 
 
 Which once I dreamed I should be, — lord, not slave ! 
 
 Scene II. 
 The Same. 
 
 G.EA. 
 
 I tra\-ail for my children. Babe, or youth, 
 
 Or man attempered unto utmost life. 
 
 The mother's care still follows, grows no less. 
 
 The swift impending change scarce other is 
 
 Than what my sons have borne erewhile, and thriven. 
 
 As the thin blood of boyhood, while it takes 
 
 The ripening power of increase in its turn. 
 
 Distrusts itself, half fears its own rich force, 
 
 So, now, it may be. 
 
 Yet — I change with Man, 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 203 
 
 Mother not more than partner of his fate. 
 
 Ere he was born I dreamed that he might be, 
 
 And through long ages of imperfect life 
 
 Waited for him. Then, vexed with monstrous shapes 
 
 That spawned and wallowed in primeval ooze, 
 
 I lay supine and slept, or seemed to sleep ; 
 
 And dreamed, or waking felt as in a dream 
 
 Some touch of hands, some soft, delivering help, — 
 
 And he was there ! His faint new voice I heard ; 
 
 His eye that met the sun, his upright tread, 
 
 Thenceforth were mine ! And with him came the palm, 
 
 The oak, the rose, the swan, the nightingale : 
 
 The barren bough hung apples to the sun: 
 
 Dry stalks made harvest : breezes in the woods 
 
 Then first found music, and the turbid sea 
 
 First rolled a crystal breaker to the shore. 
 
 His foot was on the mountains, and the wave 
 
 Upheld him : over all things huge and coarse 
 
 There came the breathing of a regal sway. 
 
 Which bent them into beauty. Order new 
 
 Followed the march of new necessity, 
 
 And what was useless, or unclaimed before. 
 
 Took value from the seizure of his hands. 
 
 Ah me, in those old days how near and fond 
 Was he, how frank in fashion or in fear 
 His thoughtless adolescence ! To my life 
 The birth-cord still unsevered held his own : 
 He took my comforts, seeking none beyond. 
 And crept for shelter to my shielding arms. 
 But now — mistrust, and shame of aid outgrown, 
 And bitter enmity that springs from shame, 
 And faith perverse in ojsposite of faith. 
 Have made him froward. I am forced to seem 
 She-wolf or pantheress, a savage dam, 
 
2 04 PRIA'CE DE UK A LION. [Act I. 
 
 And lose the eager mouth that sought my dugs, 
 
 Until its native thirst returns ; but he, — 
 
 Sleep-walking in the senses once so keen, 
 
 With eyes upHfted to some distant crown, 
 
 That, while it burns, makes other glory dust, — 
 
 How long shall he thus wander ? — and how bear 
 
 The lack of all-sustaining loveliness ? 
 
 Shall fairest sights and sweetest sounds be dim, 
 
 And out of movement die the rhythm of joy, 
 
 And beauteous passion lose its power to warm ? — 
 
 All freedom, exultation, and delight 
 
 That lifted him, all energies and high desires 
 
 That bore him forth as blow the fourfold winds, 
 
 Be lashed and goaded on a single path, 
 
 One iron chariot draw ? 
 
 Lo ! here, the Rose ; 
 "Bhe woman-flower he could not choose but love. 
 Shall he forget it ? Shall he turn from breath 
 Distilled of bliss and bountiful bright hours, 
 To taste the incense rank in censers burned, 
 Which seems to mask some odor of decay ? 
 
 {A bud on the rose-tree hirsts open : Eros appears.) 
 
 EROS. 
 Not yet am I barred in Hades, 
 
 Though a word unknown hath hurled 
 The Olympian lords and ladies 
 
 To wail in the nether world ! 
 Let Proteus shift in ocean 
 
 From shape to shape that eludes : 
 I am one, as the heart's devotion. 
 
 Yet many, as lovers' moods ! 
 
 Blithe, tricksome spirit ! Art thou left alone, 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 205 
 
 Of Gods and all their intermediate kin 
 The sweet survivor? Yet a single seed, 
 When soil and seasons lend their alchemy, 
 May clothe a barren continent in green. 
 
 EROS. 
 
 Was I born, that I should die ? 
 Stars that fringe the outer sky 
 Know me : yonder sun were dim, 
 Save my torch enkindled him. 
 Then, when first the primal pair 
 Found me in the twilight air, 
 I was older than thy day, 
 Yet to them as young as they. 
 All decrees of Fate I spurn ; 
 Banishment is my return ; 
 Hate and Force purvey for me, 
 Death is shining victory ! 
 
 Thou art the same, — child of the highest Gods, 
 Whatever shape they wear, and child of mine ! 
 Reclaim thy heritage ! — I give to thee 
 Maytime, and music, and all odorous herbs, 
 The whisjDers of the woodlands and the waves 
 The dewy lustre of acquainted eyes. 
 The thrill of meeting hands, and ah I at last 
 Of lips that cannot hold themselves apart. 
 Save life, as beauty, perish! Take all these, 
 And whatsoever else may minister 
 To sweet, insidious influences and arts 
 Which, are thy being, — ply the treachery 
 That into blessing soon forgives itself ; 
 Print thy soft iris on white wings of prayer ; 
 Strike dangerous delight through sacrifice ; 
 
2o6 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 And interpenetrate the sterner faith 
 With finest essence of the thing it spurns I 
 
 EROS. 
 
 With the blind desires and motions 
 
 The innocent child that guide ; 
 With girlhood's shy avoidance 
 
 And boyhood's bashful pride ; 
 With the arts that are simplest nature, 
 
 And the nature that hides in art, 
 When the voice and the cheeks bear witness, 
 
 And the eye confesses the heart ; 
 With the fond mistrust, and the frenzy, 
 
 That falters, or sweeps above. 
 When the key to delight in beauty 
 
 Is held by tlie hands of love ; 
 With the lore of the world's renewal 
 
 In seed or in guarded bud ; 
 With the plunge of the sportive dolphin, 
 
 And the heat of the panther's blood, — 
 The spells of my sway are woven, 
 
 The flame of my being fed. 
 And I breathe in a bright existence. 
 
 Though the eldest Gods are dead ! 
 For Love, in the ashes of Empire 
 
 And the dust of Faith, is born ; 
 And the rose of a kiss shall blossom. 
 
 When blight has withered the corn ! 
 
 [Eros disappeart. 
 
 G-EA. 
 
 Needless to give ! — 't is he already owns. 
 Before the uncounted cycles of the Past 
 He was, or I — even I — had caught no life 
 From the wide-floating elements ! Go, then, 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 207 
 
 Thou beautiful, bright secret of all suns, 
 
 All planets, and all unimaginable forms 
 
 Upon them sown 1 Death and decay are things 
 
 That dissipate beneath thy radiant eye: 
 
 So thou but live, all else shall come with thee, 
 
 Now lost, or unto man's indifference 
 
 So seeming ; yet it hides in wilful sport, 
 
 And million-voiced laughter of the waves 
 
 And winds, and million wandering smiles of sun 
 
 Forever shall betray it, and assure 
 
 Thy coming triumph I I am calm at heart 
 
 Now that I know thou livest : was I mad, 
 
 To fear, one moment, thou couldst ever die ? 
 
 Scene III 
 
 A valley, at the base of the 7nountains. On the left the en- 
 trance to a cavern. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Where art thou, Pyrrha ? 
 
 PYRRHA [cotning forward). 
 
 Dost thou call, at last ? 
 Awaiting the awakening of thy thought. 
 Mine own went wandering. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Whither ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Nay, why ask ? 
 What other moods have heretofore been ours 
 Than hope by doubt o'ershadowed, or else doubt 
 Made bearable by transient gleams of hope ? 
 But now — 
 
2o8 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act 1. 
 
 PRIXCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Now, courage ! — such as that we felt, 
 When they who made us and forefixed our fate, 
 The Titans, fell ! We saw the thunder-blows 
 Given and taken, saw the ruined world 
 Lie panting after fiercest throes endured. 
 Till milder Gods brought knowledge, peace, and power. 
 If, grown familiar, these have forfeited 
 Their ancient honor, or their term is past. 
 We need not question ; they consent to see 
 Themselves in sacred marble rebaptized. 
 New meanings, borrowed from an alien race. 
 Bestowed on their Olympian emblems, — yea. 
 The incense burned to beauty, grace and joy 
 Made dark and heavy by atoning pain 
 And crowned repentance ! Yet, His law is good 
 Who now shall rule ; for they we lose withheld 
 The strength of human hands from human throats. 
 Forced them to join, and overcome, and build, — 
 Create, where they destroyed ; but He compels 
 That strength to help, and makes it slave of Love. 
 Thus, from the apathy of faith outworn 
 Rises a haughty life, that soon shall spurn 
 The mould it grew from. I foresee new strife, 
 Mistaken hopes, unnecessary pangs, 
 And yet — I wait. 
 
 PYRRHA- 
 
 And I must wait with thee. 
 Dost thou recall — how long ago it seems ! — 
 Mine ancient glory ? Nearest, then, I stood : 
 Our hands — ah, why not also lips ? — had met, 
 And o'er thy head I saw the hovering crown 
 Take substance from the air, and flash on me 
 A glow I hoped was beauty, knew was love ! 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 209 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 'T was when that ether, where the Ages still 
 Unwrinkled sit, touched by no dread of time, 
 Was ours to breathe, earth's only sky serene. 
 Why were we banished ? Still that heritage 
 Exists : beyond the dark-blue, dimpled sea 
 Lie sands and palms, the Nile's wide wealth of corn, 
 And soaring pylons, granite roofs upheld 
 By old Osirid columns : there the sun 
 Sheds broader peace in all his aged beams. 
 And hoary splendor on uncrumbled stone. 
 There still the star Canopus sends the dew, 
 Though sound of sistrum in the dusky halls 
 Has ceased, and Memnon lost his morning song. 
 Well thou rememberest, Pyrrha ! — that which was, 
 Once in the Past, flies forward, like a string 
 Sharp struck, and straightway in the Future plants 
 Its brighter phantasm : more than was, shall be ! 
 
 My heart is lifted, and my spirit feeds 
 Upon thy words. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Pure, patient, brave, thou art ; 
 But they who set thee back, despoiled thy head 
 Of separate honor, and postponed my right 
 Through thine refused, were their progenitors 
 Whose kingdom cometh. Thee they may restore 
 To equal freedom to renounce and bear, — 
 Like martyrdom : lend me thy finer sense 
 To see beyond ! 
 
 PYRRHA, 
 
 So much the Titans gave ! 
 14 
 
2IO PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 Yet that, reclaimed, is one fulfilment more. 
 
 Pain is to me what conflict is to thee, — 
 
 A joy, when born of large necessity. 
 
 What musest thou ? I see thine eyes' clear light 
 
 Recede within their depths, as in a lake 
 
 Its surface-azure when the cloud sails o'er. 
 
 PRIXCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Erelong some spasm of the vexed Earth shall close 
 
 This cavern's mouth, the last, sole entrance left 
 
 To Hades : I would once more see the face 
 
 And hear the counsel of my Titan sire, 
 
 Prometheus, where he sits in sunless air, 
 
 Not suffering, haply, neither glad. And thou, 
 
 Heiress of gifts interpreted as woe. 
 
 Since the divinest fate wears evil face 
 
 To mortals, let thy steps companion mine ! 
 
 Terrors shalt thou behold, and threatening forms, 
 
 And with the stress of stern, eternal words 
 
 Thy brain may falter : canst thou hear the doom 
 
 Which sifts the ages as the fingers sand, 
 
 And plays with hope, and patience, and despair, 
 
 Like beads upon a string, — inexorable. 
 
 Fixed from the first ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So I be near to thee. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Touch, then, my hand ! It is permitted us 
 To feel each other's blood, but nothing more. 
 Till that far day when our betrothal-kiss 
 Asserts the victory sure, the empire won ! 
 
 [ They pass into the cavern 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 2H 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 A spacious, arched cavern, opening upon a shadowy, colorlest 
 landscape. Enter Prince Deukalion, leading Pyrrha. 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 Away ! 
 Ashe.s that once were fires, 
 Darkness that once was day, 
 Dead passions, dead desires, 
 
 Alone can enter here ! 
 In rest there is no strife, 
 And memory is not life : 
 
 We neither hope nor fear. 
 Like some forgotten star. 
 What first we were, we are. 
 The Past is adamant : 
 The Future will not grant 
 That, which in all its range 
 
 We pray for — Change ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 You found the thing you sought : what fashioned else 
 These sunless realms ? If change may verily come 
 Even to spirits, teach your dim desire 
 A form whereby to know itself, and seek ! 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 Retreat ! Retreat, 
 Unwelcome feet ! 
 Whom doth not blast 
 The horror of his Past, 
 Who dares to see 
 Himself in memory, 
 
212 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 And thus reclaim 
 The inevitable shame, 
 Him only suffer we ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prepare your test ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 What thing is here designed ? 
 Thy face is pale, despite the firm-set lips. 
 And level glance of thine unshrinking eyes : 
 No passing pain awaits thee. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay, but power 
 That grows from pain ! Hear'st thou the whistlingj 
 
 rush 
 Of many wings that part the heavy air, 
 And bat-like cries, thin, impotent of sound, 
 That now betray the disconcerted ghosts 
 Huddling before us to the river-bank ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 If I behold these things I seem to see, 
 
 I know not : yonder lies a dreary marsh, 
 
 Such as at ebb for many a league deforms 
 
 A river's narrowing mouth ; gray sedges wave, 
 
 Unwhispering ever, o'er the slimy flats, 
 
 Beyond which glooms the semblance of a shore. 
 
 But who is this, so haggard, limp and old. 
 
 Approaching us ? As with uncertain joints 
 
 He walks, still held erect by senile wrath. 
 
 That shoots dull gleams from sleep-desiring eyes, 
 
 Were sleep permitted here. 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 2x3 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 'T is surely he, 
 The ancient ferryman of Hades ! 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 Ay, 
 
 Nor vanquished yet ! Where wait the ghosts of men ? 
 
 Hath Death been dispossessed ? The upper world 
 
 With tears and due libations feeds no more 
 
 My sullen river : muddy shallows grow 
 
 From either side, and trespass on my right, 
 
 Till soon dishonest ghosts may wade across. 
 
 Yet, wherefore do I question ? You, I guess, 
 
 Intend no answer, and eternal Fate 
 
 Hath left for you one power of entrance still. 
 
 You seek not Lethe : so much say your eyes. 
 
 Here lies the other pool, as charged with light 
 
 As that with darkness, — awful Memory, 
 
 More dread to bear than black Forgetfulness : 
 
 Look, or go hence ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I look. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And I with thee. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Forbear ! The knowledge must be mine alone. — 
 
 Within the moveless crystal depths, far down, 
 
 The rings of ages widen and dissolve 
 
 The while I gaze : distinct, abominable, 
 
 I see ourselves, before the Titans were ; 
 
 I see the bestial base, unpurified, 
 
 Its hideous features smeared with filth and blood, 
 
214 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act L 
 
 Its rites unspoken, acts unspeakable, 
 
 Wild savage instinct beating back the brain, 
 
 Low savage greed a despot in the heart, 
 
 And all that ever since mixed foul alloy 
 
 With the bright metal of our dreams, — despair 
 
 Should the defiant God within us fail — 
 
 \Hi: pauses. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Say on, nor spare my service ! Shall I see, 
 Thus, only, in the mirror of thy speech. 
 The unfeatured truth ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 {To Charon.) 
 
 Is there aught more than this ? 
 
 CHARON. 
 
 Look! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay ! — the forms grow dim ; and under all 
 There shines a face that is, methinks, mine own ! 
 
 {Lifting his head.) 
 What flimsy pride was pierced so, heretofore ? 
 There is no shame save what begets itself 
 On old remorse, that keeps its cause alive. 
 I see, nor shudder : vice outlived is dead. 
 And feeds its purest opposite in us. 
 No scent of mould is on the rose's leaves ; 
 No stain of slime degrades the lotus-cup ! 
 Slave of the Gods, thy lease's term still holds : 
 Perform thy duty ! 
 
 .CHARON. 
 
 Take the oars yourselves. 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 215 
 
 And, to your sorrow, cross ! My purse is lean, 
 
 So rarely comes an obolus : the boat 
 
 Leaks, the worn handles of the ancient blades 
 
 Rattle between the thole-pins. Could I push 
 
 The beggar ghosts off, crowd my bark with rich, 
 
 Enjoy authority, take delight in force, 
 
 My limbs were suppler ; but some power grows slack 
 
 In the world's order. One gets old and lame. 
 
 And then the Gods themselves forget their words. 
 
 Do as you list : nor hinder I, nor help. 
 
 [Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha eitter the boat. 
 
 CHORUS OF GHOSTS. 
 
 They go ! 
 Cleaving alone the stagnant flow 
 
 Of our deserted river : 
 Who thus defies the menace and the test ? 
 Is he some hero whom the Gods invest 
 With warrant to deliver ? 
 Though his disdain 
 Sharpens our slow, devouring pain. 
 There wakes an echo in his word 
 Of what in faded asons once we heard, 
 That change may come again ! 
 
 We wait : 
 Uncertainty at last may bend 
 Divine decrees, and end 
 Our fixed monotony of fate ! 
 
2i6 FUnvCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 The Elysian Fields. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Here can I breathe : the sight of cloudy groves 
 And meadows of familiar asphodel ; 
 The broader lift of this gray vault o'erhead 
 Half-luminous, as pregnant with a sun ; 
 The atmosphere of grand extinguished aims, 
 Suspended hopes or foiled ambitions, — give 
 Cheer to my soul ; for thus in death survives 
 Something that will not die. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Why, death 's a thing 
 For who deserve it ! — We defy, and live. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 What shapes are these, that, as we walk, float on 
 Beside us ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKAUON. 
 
 Sovereign souls, immortal lives. 
 That, as a spring through myriad secret veins 
 Collects the dew and rain-fall, in themselves 
 Unite all scattered longings of the race, 
 All formless hope and high necessity, 
 Distilled through earth to be divinely clear 
 And flow forever ! As in them we live. 
 So they in us : he, with the bended brow 
 And parted waves of his luxuriant hair. 
 Shall yield his shadowy forehead to the thorn 
 And take a holier name : he, further off. 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 217 
 
 Within whose dim, dark eyes lie dreams of truth 
 
 He never reached, aspires in later souls ; 
 
 And yonder king who love and lordship gave 
 
 To find Humanity, and grew a God, 
 
 Now first is regal. These are not the ghosts 
 
 Whom irreversible fiat fetters here : 
 
 They range the universe. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Can they give help ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Yea ! Faith in glorious possibilities 
 At last secures them. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 See ! — our path ascends, 
 And near us, pedestal'd above the meads, 
 Towers a rocky platform, wide and vast, 
 Where dim Titanic forms, grouped statue- wise. 
 Express so much of old expectancy 
 As saves them from despair. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I see those shapes. 
 And out of long oblivion memory breaks 
 To tell me who they are. Pass we the first, 
 Whose haggard brows and ignorant dull eyes 
 No promise hold : but yonder, on the rise. 
 Who leans with folded arms against the stone ? 
 Whose forehead, trenched with subjugated pain. 
 Still keeps the whiteness of a rising star .-' 
 Whose lips, that lock the wisdom of the world. 
 Have sweetness left for love ? Whose huge bare 
 limbs 
 
2x8 FRIXCE DEUKALION. [Acr I. 
 
 Affright not, as their force were sheathed in guile, 
 But rest, in absence of the helping deed ? 
 
 Is he thy sire ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prometheus, Titan still ! 
 Seem not reliant, — loose thy clinging hand, 
 And call the proudest blood that woman owns 
 To prop thine equal claim ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS (rising). 
 
 Come ye with pra)-ers, 
 Depart ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALIOX. 
 
 Nay, neither supphant nor subdued ! 
 If no celestial ichor in thy veins 
 Throbs warm as blood, — no instinct in thy heart 
 Recalls the primal purpose, and renews, — 
 No will rekindles, not to war with fate. 
 But be, thyself, the delegate of fate, — 
 Then are we not thy children ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Ye are mine. 
 I know ye now : will may defiance seem. 
 Confronted with the force that would destroy. 
 Thence was I punished ; but I set in Man 
 Immortal seeds of pure activities. 
 By mine atonement freed, to burst and bloom 
 In distant, proud fulfilment. When that day 
 Has dawned on earth, I need no messenger : 
 My pilfered strength shall of itself return, 
 And all I purposed be, ere I command. 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 219 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I came to question, but thy ready words 
 Have almost answered. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Ask, and I will speak ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Fore-knowledge, eager to fulfil itself, 
 
 And too impatient of reverse that foiled. 
 
 Provoked thy torture : how shall speech of mine 
 
 Shadow the grandeur of thine early aim. 
 
 Living in us ? Thou knowest, without my words. 
 
 But change like this, that now hath fallen on earth. 
 
 Came never : never such consoling love 
 
 Made overthrow, such promise with one hand 
 
 Gave royally, the other taking back. 
 
 These things confuse my mind ; but all, to thee, — 
 
 Both this and what hereafter comes, — is known. 
 
 Say, only, shall thy meditated plans. 
 
 As in my soul they stir, and hold me up 
 
 O'er all discouragement of time and change, 
 
 Prevail at last ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 If what I planned could fail, 
 Were I thy sire ? He who defied the Gods 
 Dares Time and Change, and all reverse of Fate. 
 I willed what I foresaw : because I willed. 
 What I foresaw shall be ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I seek no more. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 But will excludes not love. Since thou, adrift, 
 
220 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 And that immortal woman by thy side, 
 
 Floated above submerged barbarity 
 
 To anchor, weary, on the cloven mount. 
 
 Thou wast my representative. My work 
 
 Is wrought in thee ; thy mother's deed, in her. 
 
 Shall yet be justified. Beyond what hope 
 
 Comes to thy blood through sense of kin with mine, 
 
 Take one new comfort — Epimetheus lives ! 
 
 Though here, beneath the shadow of the crags, 
 
 He seems to slumber, head on nerveless knees, 
 
 His life increases ; oldest at his birth, 
 
 The ages heaped behind him shake the snow 
 
 From hoary locks, and slowly give him youth. 
 
 'T is he shall be thy helper : Brother, rise ! 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 ( Coming forward. ) 
 I did not sleep ; I mused. Ha ! comest thou, 
 Deukalion ? Once I thought thee strange, distraught, 
 But now — so many things have happened since — 
 I think I know thee. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Soon thy work shall come ! 
 Reversely miscreated, forward mind 
 In thee made backward-looking, shame shall cease 
 When midway on their paths our mighty schemes 
 Meet, and complete each other ! Yet, my son, 
 Deukalion, — yet one other guide I give, 
 Eos! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Eos? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Eos? 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 What echoes these ? 
 Who else than she, the genitrix of light, 
 The mother of the morning ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Half I know. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Older than thou, the stealer of the fire ! 
 More hope in thy mysterious message lies 
 Than certain-featured forms of prophecy. 
 But where, when, how, shall I approach her sky, 
 And win her favoring face ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Come ye with me ! 
 
 Scene VI. 
 
 The highest verge of the rocky table-land of Hades, looking 
 
 eastward. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 O Goddess of the far, flushed fields of Heaven, 
 Swiftly enthroned between the moon and sun, 
 And swiftly passing as thy roses die. 
 To make us love thee more ; the dewy-eyed 
 And blossom-sandal'd opener of eyes ; 
 Quickener of human hearts, yea, hearts of Gods, 
 Not one so stubborn but thy smile subdues 
 To tenderness ; in whom all light and love 
 Are one, at whose pure lamp all rising Hours 
 Of hope and deed and victory snatch fire 
 For torches soon extinguished else, — appear ! 
 
222 PRINCE DEUKALION. [AcT I. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Deceived so many times, why should she dip 
 Her shining robes in this unfriendly gloom, — 
 Why smirch the star that on her forehead burns 
 And breathe these vapors, when the brighter earth 
 Forgets her? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Speak not thus ! What \'irtue lies 
 More in achievement than its hot desire ? 
 To shake the drowsed indifference of men 
 Even Gods are powerless : thy wisdom wears 
 Sad colors of experience ; dark thou showest 
 Against the light whereto we set our brows. — 
 But thou, who waitest near, as one too proud 
 Or to evade or spurn shame undeserved, — 
 Unhappy wert thou woman, angry if 
 A goddess, tranquil being neither, — speak 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 No other words had opened patient lips. 
 
 I have not made complaint, though every sin 
 
 Still cheats its base possessor to transfer 
 
 Its blame to me, — though she, who now ni}- place 
 
 Usurps, takes Egypt's serpent for the Gods, 
 
 And eats the apple, not on Ida's hill ! 
 
 The passion of the race offends its pride, 
 
 So this turns back on that, and finds its source — 
 
 Where, but in us ? Wilt thou accept it ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 No' 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 There is no sign in yonder moveless mist 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 223 
 
 That she hath heard : thine answer bids me call. — 
 
 O Goddess, that from sleep and guilty dreams 
 
 Sprung from the dregs of day, from weary vice 
 
 And all suspended selfishness of men, 
 
 Bidst one pure moment breathe upon the world, 
 
 Renewing youth and beauty ere the sun 
 
 Shall lighten wrinkles and thin hair, — whose heart 
 
 Dreams back Tithonus and dear early love, 
 
 And morning visions of unwedded girls. 
 
 And sweet desires of uncorrupted men, 
 
 Shy as thou art, because divinely proud, 
 
 Proud as thou art, because divinely pure. 
 
 Hear thou my woman's voice ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Thine hath she heard. 
 Faint, rosy gleams, miused to Hades, steal 
 Forth from the sullen vapor : here no star 
 May rise before her, nor the clover-dews 
 Refresh her feet ; but every nightly crag 
 And jutting foreland of invisible hills 
 Is angered with the glory ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 Goddess, rise ! 
 Forgive the darkness, not of us : so much 
 As we may see, so much may hear, reveal ! 
 (^ sound, as of trumpets.) 
 
 EOS (unseen). 
 So far away 
 From my high vestibule of Day, 
 What voices call ? 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Titan and human, each and all. 
 
224 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act I. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 I, long withdrawn, 
 Leave to my Hours the service of the Dawn : 
 The Earth, henceforth, shall see 
 Only their lower ministry. 
 But when the race 
 Lifts unto me a fixed, believing face, 
 I will return ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Say, shall not I that distant glory earn ? 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Thou ! — thou and she, 
 Inheritors of holy destiny ! 
 
 Faith, when none believe ; 
 
 Truth, when all deceive ; 
 
 Freedom, when force restrains ; 
 
 Courage to sunder chains ; 
 
 Pride, when good is shame ; 
 
 Love, when love is blame, — 
 These shall call me in stars and flame ! 
 
 Thus if your souls have wrought. 
 Ere ye approach me, I shine unsought ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Yea, under thee the wavering tide 
 Of the Ages that, streamlike, wind as they glide 
 
 Shall mirror or lose the gleam, 
 And brighten as truth or darken as dream ! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 If he but guard his youth, 
 
 His dream shall be wondrous truth ! 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 225 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Call, command ! — I obey : 
 When there is Dawn, there shall be Day ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I feel, I love, I see ! — • 
 Faithful to him is faith in thee. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Oft shall I lift the dark 
 With fringe of brightness and starry spark ; 
 
 Oft shall I seem to rise 
 With the glory of Gods in the waiting skies ; 
 But the Hour shall miss its place, 
 And the shadow recede on the dial's face ! 
 Say, are ye strong 
 To endure the wrong 
 That cheats the promise and mocks the trust ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I have borne, and shall bear, — because I must. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 The end shall crown us : The Gods are just. 
 
 EOS. 
 
 When darkness falls, 
 
 And what may come is hard to see ; 
 
 When solid adamant walls 
 
 Seem built against the Future that should be ; 
 
 When Faith looks backward, Hope dies. Life appals. 
 
 Think most of Morning, and of me ! 
 
 [ The rosy glow in the sky fades away. 
 IS 
 
226 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act L 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 ( To Prince Deukalion. ) 
 Go back to Earth, and wait ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 {.To Pyrrha.) 
 Go : and fulfil our fate ! 
 
ACT II. 
 
 Scene I. 
 
 A wayside shrine, opposite a fotmtain. Fragments of antique 
 scnlptiire — among others the head of a Muse — appear in 
 the wall of a vineyard, bordering the road. Prince Deuka- 
 LION, seated on a rude stone bench, beside the fountain. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 MY limbs are weary, now the hoping heart 
 No more can lift their burden and its own. 
 The long, long strife is over ; and the world, 
 Half driven and half persuaded to accept, 
 Seems languidly content. As from the gloom 
 Of sepulchres its gentler faith arose, 
 Austere of mien, the suffering features worn, 
 With lips that loved denial, closed on pain, 
 And eyes accustomed to the lift of prayer. 
 The suns of centuries have not wholly warmed 
 Those chilly pulses ; scarce those funeral robes 
 Permit some colored broidery of joy ; 
 And half the broken implements that fell 
 From conquered hands of Knowledge and of Art 
 Are still unwielded. From its first proud height 
 Humanity must bend ; and so, neglecting these, — 
 Defenceless through its ignorance renewed, — 
 One pair of hands has grasped the common right, 
 And one intelligence the thought of all ! 
 
 Are he and she, who now approach this shrine, 
 Other than when the conquering demigods. 
 
2 28 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 Fair forms triumphant on high pedestals, 
 Sat where yon saint, head downwards on the cross, 
 Blends torture with distortion ? What ! Shall pain 
 Uplift and save, spilt blood and dreadful death 
 The fair, discrowned serenities of Gods 
 Make impotent ? But I will hear once more 
 The subject faith, the helplessness, the fear. 
 (Shepherd and Shepherdess come forward and kneel before 
 the shrine. After devotions fnade, they rise.) 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 To her, Our Lady, Lily, Star of the Sea, 
 Five hundred have I told upon these beads ; 
 To him, now, fifty : since he keeps the keys. 
 Somewhat he may expect. Save that our saints 
 Grow covetous of prayer as priests of pay, 
 And sins provoke in order to absolve, 
 Our faith were easy. 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 She, if any, hears I 
 Her eyes are tender, and her virgin breast 
 Fed not more lovingly the Child of God, 
 Than mine feeds mine. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 Ay, safe by chrism and cross 
 Is he : no demons near his cradle hide ! 
 Fast goes with feast, the penance with the gift, 
 Like good and evil seasons : pay your dues 
 And make them debtors ! 'T is a plain account 
 Heaven keeps with earth, unless the stewards lie. 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 
 And, after her, how fair the martyr-youth 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 229 
 
 Who sees his coming crown, and will not heed 
 The arrow quivering in his golden side ! 
 Lover to maids, to me a brother, son 
 To women age-despoiled, — could once his eyes 
 Droop downward, he would pity, love and save. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 Why should they make the Demons beautiful, 
 
 And give our shrines to holy ugliness .'' 
 
 Cecilia, sitting at her organ-keys. 
 
 And Barbara, queen-like with her large, calm eyes. 
 
 Should be my goddesses, dared I select : 
 
 One is too pure to guess men's easy sins, 
 
 The other wise to pardon. As we go, 
 
 Sing thou with me her mellow canticle ! 
 
 [Exeunt, si7tging> 
 
 For the secret faith adored, 
 
 Thou wast sent, by spear and sword, 
 
 Out of Egypt to the Lord, 
 Holy Barbara ! 
 
 From the sun upon the sand 
 
 And the stars on either hand, 
 
 From the glory of the land 
 Taken, Barbara ! 
 
 By the victory over pain 
 
 In the tower where thou wast slain, — 
 
 By thy sacrifice and gain, 
 
 Hear us, Barbara ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 In these new names extinguished miracles 
 Sweetly renew themselves : disparaged types, 
 Torn from the pagan world and set in ours, 
 Become again divine. But, stay ! who comes 
 With brow unbound and visionary eyes, 
 
230 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 And nervous hands that clutch as if they sought 
 
 The antique plectrum and the chorded shell ? 
 
 No wayside orison arrests his feet, 
 
 Yet doth he pause ; a dream within his blood 
 
 Casts old divinity on yonder Muse, 
 
 And far -^gean echoes in his ears 
 
 Reach the forgotten sense. 
 
 THE YOUTH [to himself). 
 
 Be it sacrilege, 
 I must adore thee ! Yea, with hands that touch 
 The wounds of him upon thy ruin throned. 
 Approach thee ; none of all the hosts that save 
 So gaze serenely over strife and time. 
 Beholding Beauty, being beautiful ! 
 I know not if I know thee ; yet I know 
 What in my soul endeavors to thyself — 
 Seeks consecration ! Vacant are thine eyes, 
 Cold thine insulted brow and mute thy lips, 
 Yet, Goddess, to thy menial place I bend, 
 And give thee honor ! 
 
 {He stoops and kisses the lips of the Muse.) 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 She will give it back. 
 
 THE YOUTH. 
 (After a pattse.) 
 
 Who, then, art thou ? No pulse in all my soul 
 Hast thou abashed ; but, rather, force and flame 
 Of scarcely self-confessed ambition rise 
 As I behold thee : Somewhat of her face 
 Grows into broader majesty in thine. 
 But human, as in them that must endure. 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 231 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 As tJtou must ! Out of all that was I come, 
 Awaiting all that shall be ; they that know, 
 Behold me ever. 
 
 THE YOUTH. 
 
 Let me know, behold ! 
 Thou seem'st the shape of what I dare to dream. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Do thou my work ! Through hates and battles walk ; 
 
 Eat bitter bread of strangers ; lose thy land ; 
 
 Give up thy gentle love, to find once more, 
 
 An angel guide, the lily in her hand ; 
 
 Scourge brazen power, and hunt hypocrisy 
 
 To where it hides, the olden Hades lost. 
 
 In tortured circles of your later Hell ; 
 
 Become a voice where terror sheathes itself 
 
 In music, Pity, a dove in whirlwinds tossed. 
 
 Pleads out of agony, and primal Love 
 
 And highest Wisdom set alike for thee 
 
 The gate of Dis, the mount of Paradise I 
 
 THE YOUTH. 
 
 Thou speak'st as mine own soul. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The sight unsealed, 
 Without the courage, seeing, to advance. 
 Were but a curse ; but thou shalt be a name 
 Which is eternal power, and from thy pangs, 
 As by fierce heat, the chains be fused apart, 
 Which now the tears of ages rust in vain. 
 
 YExeunt, 
 
2^2 PRINCE DEUKALION. [ACT II. 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 Grand hall of a palace. Medusa, seated on a throne of gold, 
 a triple crown upon her head. Four Messengers standing 
 near. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Say to the East, her gateway of return 
 
 Stands open, though the hinges creak with rust : 
 
 Whence came the light her darkness dare not bide. 
 
 The seven lamps of Dawn have followed us, 
 
 And grown to suns, above, beneath our feet. 
 
 On right hand and on left : the Day is ours. 
 
 [Exit First Messenger. 
 Say to the South, the savor of her gifts 
 Delights us as of old : the faint, thin breath 
 Of her ascetic watches, sprinkled blood 
 Of self-inflicted penance, speech grown hoarse 
 In solitude, and visions born of brains 
 Dishumanized, have reached us and refreshed ! 
 
 [Exit Second Messenger. 
 Say to the West, we ask no more than she 
 Erewhile hath given, eager and whole assent; 
 So flashing back the surplus of her light 
 As a strong sunset fires the unwilling East ! 
 
 [Exit Third Messenger. 
 Say to the North, the firmest hand is love's ! 
 Except in force there is no help : in faith 
 Abides no jealousy. We hear her threats 
 In patience, as the frowardness of will 
 That brooks no other, until taught by loss. 
 Let her find freedom, and, as heretofore. 
 Finding, be cheated ! Dreams of passing days, — 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 233 
 
 Selected truth of ages, — which shall stand ? 
 Foreseeing penitence, we pardon now ! 
 
 \Exit Fonrik Messenger. 
 
 [Sola.) 
 
 Not vainly did I bide my time : for Power, 
 
 A tree of cautious growth, shows stunted top 
 
 Until the meshes of its wandering roots 
 
 Have crept in secret to the choicest clay ; 
 
 Then, shooting firm and spreading boughs abroad, 
 
 Resistance withers, rival force lacks room 
 
 Beneath its shade. Now, planted for all time, 
 
 Kings are my vassals. Knowledge bids me fix 
 
 Her bounds of liberty ! By failure taught 
 
 To seem to lose for sake of later gain ; 
 
 With small success, until the greater come, 
 
 Content ; forgetful never of the end. 
 
 What hinders me to make my single will, 
 
 Sheathed in invulnerable divinity. 
 
 The world's one law ? 
 
 {A pause ; she listens.) 
 
 " Growth is the law, — or death." 
 Who spake ? Or was it some last echo blown 
 From ended struggles ? Growth is mine to give ! 
 Have I kept life for all that in the Past 
 Men clung to, fed the old, barbaric sense 
 With what it loves, and paved an easy way 
 Between two worlds to suit the halting crowd, — 
 And am not potent ? 'T is the single life, 
 Proud of small gifts, defiant in brief power, 
 That mocks the broad authority of time. 
 Through vice or perfect virtue comes alike 
 Obedience ; this because it questions not, 
 And that, from need of pardon. Having these, 
 
234 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IL 
 
 Whatever third between them hes must soon 
 Bend, or be crushed : I rule, while I exist ! 
 
 [Enter Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha.) 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Hail, Caesar's heiress ! 
 
 Such greeting ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Who art thou ? And why 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I declare thee as thou art. 
 The phantom purple underneath thy stole 
 We see, who nursed thy young humility 
 That now is pride, intrusted thee with strength 
 To be the strength of men, and made thee free, 
 That each soul's freedom find its root in thine ! 
 How much of duty in thy power survives ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 I meet the needs and the desires of men. 
 What they expect, I give ; the seed whereof, 
 Sown ignorantly on all the fields of the Past 
 By dead Religions, I have reaped for them. 
 The passion and delight of sacrifice ; 
 The comfort out of self-abasement won ; 
 The lofty symbols, flattering lower sense 
 Until the thing it touches seems divine ; 
 The sweet continuance of miracle 
 That Faith implores, to feel its Lord renewed ; 
 The sanctioned ear, where Guilt may find release 
 And surety of pardon, — these I give. 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 235 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 These only ? Treadest thou thy children down, 
 
 Lest they should grow beyond thee ? Hast thou peace 
 
 For Man's illimitable questions and desires ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Yea ! Through obedience, peace for each and all. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Art thou, then, more than man ? Through him thou 
 art. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thy speech offends : the race-begotten child 
 Is its own father's lord. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Prove lordship, then ! — 
 Display the rights bestowed, to balance them 
 Thou hast usurped ! Man's reverence is thine : 
 Where bides thy reverence for Man ? The Mind 
 That, seated in the universe of things. 
 Needs all its heritage, — the haughty doubt, 
 Twin-born with knowledge and of equal right. 
 Hast thou made free ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 I make not error free. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Art thou, alone, establisher of truth ? — 
 Not also Man who made thee, the high God 
 Whose will permits thee ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Tell me what keen charm 
 Thou usest, that my daughters turn to thee ? 
 
236 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Knowest thou thyself and askest ? 
 
 Yea, I know 
 The strength and weakness of an instinct foiled. 
 Sexless thyself, the secret of the sex 
 Is lightly caught by thee ; yet, be thou skilled 
 To weave ecstatic visions from hot blood, 
 And call heaven down to fill Love's emptiness, 
 There dwells a soul in woman past thy reach, 
 A need that spurns thy tinkling toys, a claim 
 Beyond thy lullabies of sense and sound. 
 And sweet division of Divinity 
 'Twixt us and Man ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thine ? — or felt by all ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 A myriad speak, though single be the voice ! 
 
 We know thee, Gorgon ! Though the tonsured head 
 
 Keep down thy sprouting snakes, the triple crown 
 
 Hide their renewal, yet thy stony glance 
 
 Betrays the ancient beauty, and its dread ! 
 
 Why hast thou turned from that defenceless love 
 
 Which equalized all lives of men, to use 
 
 The mystery of terror ? Why made stone 
 
 The souls that moved before thee, save in chains ? 
 
 Many thy keys of power, for thou hast learned 
 
 To govern weakness : hast thou then forgot 
 
 That force and freedom live ? 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Perchance in dreams. 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 237 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION {advancing). 
 
 Before thee, here, I stand ! One Power decrees 
 
 Thy life and mine : subdue me if thou canst ! 
 
 My children made thee, and shall overthrow ! 
 
 Take strength from all the Past, on dreams presumed 
 
 Build empire, and exalt thyself, — /am, 
 
 I was, I shall be ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I no less ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 {Sinking down upon her t/irone.) 
 Away ! 
 
 CHORUS {wiihoni). 
 As a bed where the weary sleep. 
 As a chest where our gems we keep 
 Art thou, our Mother ! 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 Spare us ! we stand despoiled 
 Of the goods for which we toiled : 
 Thine is the hand that foiled ; 
 There is none other. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We bow, and our joys endure ; 
 Assent, and the Future is sure ; 
 Thy rule is highest. 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 We ask, as thy gifts decrease, 
 Knowledge that brings us peace. 
 Freedom, the soul's release, — 
 But thou deniest ! 
 
238 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 Power and Mystery thine, 
 Surely art thou divine, 
 To reign forever ! 
 
 ANTI-CHORUS. 
 
 Power, the child of Will, 
 Dares and defies thee still : 
 Even God shall not kill 
 Man's endeavor ! 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 Night. An open grassy glade, between groves of ancient oak 
 and ilex trees, in a deep inountain valley. The full orb of 
 the moon hanging low in the west. 
 
 PYRRHA {sola). 
 In this pure shadow every rocky scar 
 Is healed : there is no lightest lisp of leaf : 
 The waters, only, never lose their song, 
 But in their swift, dissolving syllables 
 Some soft response to mine immortal hope 
 Endeavors for a voice. Most, unto me, 
 The time is holy : wherefore not to him ? 
 Not weariness of baffled toil alone, 
 Nor late revenges of subjected sense, 
 Dare shape his dreams. Our primal task the same, 
 Our purpose one, our equal bliss through each 
 Ordained, at need I summon him to me : 
 
 From toil, uniting while it seems to part ; 
 
 From visions of thyself, renewed 
 To quicken men's discouraged fortitude ; 
 
Scene III.] FRINGE DEUKALION. 239 
 
 By the twin right of one inseparate heart, 
 Which speaking, other voice is dumb, — 
 I bid thee come ! 
 If thee I most may comfort, or me thou, 
 What need to question now ? 
 We take, even as we give, 
 Nor, save in our unreckoned bounties, live ! 
 DeukaHon-Pyrrha, all myself in thee 
 Compels thee unto me ! 
 
 {A pause. Prince Deukalion appears.) 
 
 One moment, ere thou speakest, let me gaze ! 
 Though some bright rosier flush of waxing life 
 Forsake thy features, marbled by the moon, 
 Thine eyes remain, and out of shadow send 
 A happy splendor : am I fair to thee ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Fair and so near ! Ah, Love, couldst thou be mine, 
 Save first myself were mine 1 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Then I were less 
 Than thou believest ; but my heart forgives 
 The over-fondness of complete desire. 
 I venture further, dream diviner end ; 
 Each lost in each, one body as one soul ; 
 Endless renewals of surprise and bliss ; 
 A twofold touch of life, all knowledge grown 
 A double power through interchanging sense, 
 As light should warm at will, and heat illume ; 
 Two mingling tones to every passion's voice ; 
 Twin-rays from eyes, as shines from sky and stream 
 The single star — but that were Deity! 
 We will not look beyond the task designed. 
 
Z4° FRIXCE DECKALICy. 
 
 Gmde t&on tn v" sons as I tnv dangiters ; teadi 
 Responcent hoaor to &«exoic blood 
 That wastes itself in s^r'i : : " " ': 
 
 Give rnnk md ri^t. ar -le : 
 
 Tc 7 , _ / ;a set, 
 
 To ngiic tiie wane 3 long baade : 
 
 parscE rzTX-i^ry. 
 
 Force is 'sz:!2i^ 
 aoce otraressed. ^'^(^ aoncrs tide nnworn. 
 
 PTELBLHA- 
 
 A fevor on 1 helni. — a tonmev-'s crown E 
 
 Crass-MIted j vv orI s> in djinij tmctiQtt ield. 
 
 Cmnsoaina' scirf ktc jiove '. la Lorcly bower. 
 
 Or r and lay esoottsed 
 
 In : ir t'-'r Tt ?er!se. 
 
 W::.. : :Is ! 
 
 W- - ,_.._- :_r l-i^^ : :ai aH abev. 
 
 Degrades wMEe it eialts. a sanctrts" 
 
 CcHrfiared on bondasce ! Wav. met&inks. tie wtjrid 
 
 Is bar a monstrans wizard, weaving spells. 
 
 A"rf rfc i nr:n !o r tnid^ breatiu some aren-son^ 
 
 X&at nnTf«» scape ! 
 
 Pvulia . I read tfir mrnd : 
 Bnt f£II tite snakes anon iledosa's hesd 
 Sail ram ro ni-esses. and be Loosed to dry 
 Man"s braised feet, ar ilan Iiiaiseif shall rse 
 Attt? (msii cien ander Ms avsiging aeel. 
 Wie Bmst sumre ta wait. 
 
 How long? 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 24I 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Not long ! 
 There are who know me, whose allegiance went 
 In flame aloft, to fall in thunder back. 
 The winds of earth are wafting to and fro 
 The ashes of great lives, tliat seem, to Her, 
 The Gorgon, dust ; yet are unquenchable, 
 Immortal fiery seeds of voice and act, 
 Her hate increases when it would destroy. 
 So Arnold lives, and Abelard : so he, 
 The youth I chose, shall with consuming song 
 Burn his broad way through ages ! Thou and I 
 Before one onset walk ; and thou shalt change 
 The old dependence into loftier aid. 
 
 Exact one space, where we may stand alone, 
 And unassailed ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Pyrrha ! when proudest thou, 
 
 Dearest and most desired ! Full-limbed and fair. 
 
 Such perfect beauty in thy lifted head 
 
 It cannot be defiant, such clear truth 
 
 In thy large eyes, such glory as a mist 
 
 Around thee — 
 
 {Seizing her hands.) 
 
 Let it be a dream — no more ! 
 
 Thy hands, a dream, and, ere the vision end. 
 
 Once let me know the lips that shall be mine ! 
 
 ( Thunder. The Shadow of Prometheus rises.) 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Not yet ! 
 Slow-paced is Fate : 
 16 
 
242 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 All crowns come late. 
 Couldst thou forsret ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Since my proud task began, 
 Nor more nor less than Man 
 Am I, or may become. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Haste is not speed, 
 
 And Passion mars the deed ; 
 
 And Love's too-early paean soon is dumb. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 But in thy scheme lie burning 
 Keen sparks of yearning, — 
 The hope that dies not. 
 The voice that lies not, 
 
 The dream, more bright at each returning ! 
 Within thy reed of stolen fire 
 Came down the Gods' desire. 
 
 Not their chill calm of changeless being. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Whence they, foreseeing 
 Far overthrow, 
 Through what of them in you was planted, 
 Made me your Expiator ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The One we know, 
 God, Father and Creator, 
 Himself to Man his nature granted ! 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 243 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 He standeth sure. 
 A spark of Him in all, — 
 The form of faith that dies, 
 The tenets that surprise, — 
 Though falling as ye fall, 
 He rises as ye rise : 
 
 He will endure ! 
 {The moon sets : a faint light in the eastern sky.) 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 Father, thou readest in my heart 
 What I implore, ere thou depart ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Though a sudden darkness fills 
 All the hollows of these hills. 
 White and large, against the gray, 
 Sparkles Phosphor's chilly ray ; 
 And the mountain-brows are wan 
 In the weakness of the dawn. 
 But the little streak that lies 
 At the bottom of the skies, 
 As the remnant-wine in cup, 
 Fast shall fill and mantle up. 
 And, where yellow coldly grows. 
 Burn to gold and flush to rose. 
 Look, and hearken, if there be 
 Message in the morn for thee ! 
 
 [Prometheus disappears. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 Wait, my Deukalion ! hand in hand. 
 With quiet pulses, beating bliss in each. 
 And the immortal faith that asks no speech, 
 
244 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 Again beside me stand ! 
 
 Even now the glowing tide 
 Throws its first foam of fiery cloud, and wide 
 
 The heads of mountain-peaks 
 Feel day's fresh blood upon their pallid cheeks : 
 Already sings aloft the awakened lark : 
 
 Whether she come or fail, the Hour 
 
 Brings consolation and swift power. 
 And I am strangely happy, — Hark I Oh, hark ! 
 
 EOS {unseen). 
 
 Mother of them to be, 
 Who wast first designed in the Past 
 To be fulfilled at the last, 
 
 Why calleth thy soul to me ! 
 
 For the beauty my daughters wear 
 Is made to itself a snare ! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Beauty alike shall soften and save, 
 
 Till Force shall feel, 
 
 As the galley's keel 
 Is lifted and sped by the lovely wave ! 
 Under the law that holds me afar, 
 And Fate's immutable bar, 
 By the secret of something all divine. 
 The heart in my bosom answers thine ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Not yet uncurtain thine eyes ! 
 I ask no more. 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 245 
 
 EOS. 
 
 The slow swift ages wait in the skies ; 
 The ghosts are eager on Heaven's floor. 
 What Darkness sowed the Light shall reap, 
 
 And Evil that reviled, 
 Impregnate in her drunken sleep, 
 
 Shall bear a purer child ! 
 {^A pause.) 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 The roses fade, the music melts away. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 It is another day ! 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 The Roman Capitol. Medusa, throned on a platform, in 
 front of an ancient church, in the walls of which are seen 
 columns of a Doric temple. An immense multitude gathered 
 together. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 Who all possesses, dares be generous ; 
 And here, where fell the guardian god of Rome, 
 Touched by a babe's soft hand, — where Caesar's crown, 
 Descending, stopped when Tibur's Sibyl spake. 
 Foreseeing mine, — shall go indulgence forth ! 
 No bounty equals that which Power bestows 
 That might withhold : the senses must not starve, 
 Lest the soul clamor. Out of what I hoard. 
 Prepared for me, the harvest of the Past, 
 Some ears may well be scattered. 
 
 Who demands ? 
 ( Two step forth : the Poet, in a red mantle, his head crowned 
 with laurel ; the Painter, bearing tablet and pencils.') 
 
246 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 THE POET. 
 
 Faithful to all thou seemest, I have sung ; 
 
 Hate is my portion, yet I sing no less. 
 
 Love for Love's sake instructed first my tongue, 
 
 That Truth so speak, and Justice so redress. 
 
 I am a voice, and cannot more be still 
 
 Than some high tree that takes the wliirlwind's stress 
 
 Upon the summit of a lonely hill. 
 
 Be thou a wooing breeze, my song is fair ; 
 
 Be thou a storm, it pierces far and shrill, 
 
 And grows the spirit of the starless air: 
 
 Such voices were, and such must ever be, 
 
 Omnipotent as love, unforced as prayer. 
 
 And poured round Life as round its isles the sea ! 
 
 THE PAINTER. 
 
 Faithful to all thou seemest, I have made 
 
 Thy glories visible, in beauty, grace. 
 
 Pain, death, and triumph ! I have set thy saints, 
 
 In tints exalting life above itself, 
 
 And aureoled faces caught from ecstacy, 
 
 For endless worship. Vassal unto thee 
 
 Therein, tlie separate service now outruns 
 
 My vassalage ; for beauteous Art compels 
 
 Her Beauty's freedom ! 
 
 MEDUSA [aside). 
 
 Freedom ? still the moon 
 These children cry for. 
 
 Yet for thee there pleads 
 No crownless Muse, of them that haunt the ways 
 Of men, and think they live : thine never lived ! 
 But of the others whoso linger still, 
 Long out of service, living on men's alms, 
 Decoying pity through their old respect 
 And fallen honor, — let them now appear ! 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 247 
 
 {Enter The Muses.) 
 So much of dignity in ruin lives ? 
 Save that some faces smile, and some are calm 
 With certainty of ancient place renewed, 
 Ye vi'ere defiant : but your pride is fair ! 
 It suits me well to find dependent now 
 Such haught existences : as I grant leave, 
 Ye may endure : in them who served the old, 
 The newer faith rewards like loyalty. 
 First of the triple triads those advance, 
 Who nearest, lightest-natured, cheerfullest, 
 Were loved of men, and made the moment speed ! 
 
 EUTERPE, THALIA AND TERPSICHORE. 
 
 In the woods and highlands 
 
 We linger near ; 
 By the shores and islands, 
 
 When skies are clear. 
 Delight of existence. 
 
 In the feet that fly. 
 Calls from the distance. 
 
 Our glad reply ; 
 But the joys are sweeter 
 
 That to all belong, 
 When the foot gives the metre, 
 
 The heart the song ! 
 No more you banish 
 
 Than a cloud the sun : 
 We only vanish 
 
 To be re-won ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Good service offers ! — 't is the must of youth, 
 The hum, and surge, and sparkle of fresh blood, 
 That must have sway : be these my vintagers, 
 
248 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 So mine the later wine ! Yea, let the vats 
 Even over-foam, 'tis sign of potent fire 
 Stored in the vessels when my seal is set, 
 And acrid strength of age. Without excess 
 Were less restraint : here may indulgence lie ! 
 Go, altarless yet worshipped, — ye are free ! 
 
 MELPOMENE, POLYHYMNIA AND ERATO. 
 
 When Music fails, and Joy is dumb 
 To men's exalted need, we come. 
 Our swords of sharper beauty cleave 
 The spells of senses that deceive, 
 And out of yearning, pain and power, 
 We call, and rule, one glorious hour ! 
 Time cannot mar nor Conquest wrong 
 The swift, majestic march of Song, 
 Or Faith, in man's august desire. 
 Quench the least atom of her fire. 
 The Thought that strays, afar, alone, 
 We guide to speech and charm to tone : 
 The breathless Passions pause, to see 
 Their rage resolved to harmony ; 
 The terror of their language wooed 
 To music, and to law subdued ; 
 Till all things dread, fair, fugitive. 
 Touched by eternal Beauty, live ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 These are suspect : whom shall they rule — or serve 1 
 {A pause.) 
 
 THE POET. 
 
 Me, if none other ! Yonder multitude 
 
 Scarce knoweth what it loves, yet loves no less, — 
 
 Enjoys, forgets, discards and craves again, 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 249 
 
 Breathing high thoughts unconsciously as air : 
 
 Without them, stifled ! Those are welcome now, 
 
 Who bring the sportive liberty of life 
 
 To the sad world's late holiday ; but these, 
 
 Seldom as odors on the arid hills. 
 
 Still keep their fond surprises ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Under guard, 
 Then, let the Three go forth ! They reach too high. 
 Who plucks on tip-toe at the dangling grape 
 Pulls down the vine : what 's Passion but revolt ? 
 What, save the music of illicit minds, 
 Is Poetry ? Yet purposed deeds may sleep. 
 Lulled by the measure of their own wild dreams. 
 The accumulate store, saved from the wrecks of Time, 
 Frayed raiment, spangled thick with Pagan gems, 
 Is hoarded in my vaults ; but at my will 
 Be spent the treasure ! — easy luxury 
 To brains that else might coin, or claim, or steal. 
 These Three, of men surmised or coveted, 
 May walk the world henceforth ; but, under guard ! 
 
 CALLIOPE AND CLIO. 
 
 Daughters, whom Zeus and she, 
 Wide-browed Mnemosyne, 
 Gave to the sons of earth. 
 In wisdom, might and mirth 
 Divinely so to lead 
 That word is wed with deed ; 
 And action, rhythmic grown. 
 Stands as in sculptured stone ; 
 And noble speech commands 
 Service of swords and hands ; 
 We wait, but do not ask 
 Continuance of our task ! 
 
250 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Thou, of the keen, persuasive, perfect voice, 
 
 Thee I require ! — despite the haughty flash 
 
 Of thine unshrinking eyes, I know the spell 
 
 Tiiat rules thee : wait, I '11 feed thy tongue with fire ! 
 
 Thou, too, whose stylus wanders restlessly 
 
 Across the empty tablets, at my feet 
 
 Sit down, and write me legends ! I have store : 
 
 Pain, penitence, and power and miracle, 
 
 Glory, disaster, blessing, — by one soul 
 
 Informed, linking the ages in one scheme 
 
 Grander than all thy fables ! 
 
 Who art thoJi, 
 The last, who speakest not ? Thine eyes are set 
 Like one who sees not, thine attentive ear 
 Hearkens to something far away. Most fair 
 Wert thou, could Beauty, careless of delight. 
 Wear Wisdom's mask. — What Lamia lingers here ? 
 
 [Aside.) 
 No supplication, nay, but pity shines 
 From those firm eyes : I cannot look them down ! 
 Is it the coldness of the serpent blood 
 So chills me ? Serpent ? — one of us must writhe 
 When the end comes ; but ages he between. 
 
 The clear lamp, colorless, 
 Of high Truth I possess. 
 Hope, Will and Faith may spurn, 
 While fresh their torches burn, 
 What, kindling now afar, 
 Seems but a dying star : 
 Yet, wheehng as it must, 
 This little orb of dust 
 Not more the Law divine 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 251 
 
 Establishes, than mine. 
 Shall Faith permit me ? Nay, 
 Thine stancleth in my way ! 
 The strong, unshaken mind 
 May shun me, but must find ; 
 Devotion, bowed to thee, 
 Is upward blown to me, 
 Who over Change and Time 
 Stand single, strong, sublime ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 [Rising suddenly.) 
 Seize the blasphemer ! What ! — from air she came, 
 To air returns ? Or doth some shadow still 
 Glide past yon hoary columns ? — She is gone ! 
 Set double guards around our borders ! Bar 
 With fire and steel her entrance ! Say, shall we 
 Hold parley with such immemorial hate, 
 Or, being Life to men, permit this Death 
 Her darts to scatter ? 
 
 Take, new-wrought for you. 
 My children, chosen of the seed of Earth, 
 The timbrels and the flutes of joy ; the pomp 
 Of color, music, marble, gems and gold ; 
 The tender pardon of the whispered sin ; 
 The symbols, fitting to the weary mind 
 An easy load, so keeping truth alive 
 In dusky mysteries ; and, shadowing God's, 
 The universal watchfulness of Power ! 
 
 [Exit Medusa : the imiltitude retires. 
 
 THE POET. 
 
 (Solus, gazing down tipon the ruins of the Forum.) 
 Urania ! — not thy face that earliest wooed me. 
 And from these ancient ashes called the fire ! 
 
252 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 Thy sister, even in marble sleep, subdued me 
 
 Unto free Song's untamable desire ; 
 
 And he, in whom I feel myself united 
 
 To deed and word and vision that inspire, — 
 
 Life's homeless Prince, alone in dreams invited, — 
 
 Is of thy race, and waits afar for thee. 
 
 What now thou art. Spirit so spurned and slighted, 
 
 I know not, nor can guess what thou shalt be : 
 
 But through the light of Day thine eyes are burning, 
 
 Thy feet are on the mountains and the sea ; 
 
 The holy planets, going and returning. 
 
 Keep thy clear paths untangled in the sky : 
 
 Thy wisdom shall replace our hoodwinked yearning, 
 
 Thy living laws the mysteries that die ! 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 A pass among the High Alps. 
 EPIMETHEUS {solus). 
 
 Bright Earth ! The echo of the fateful words : 
 " Rise, Brother ! " scarce in twilight Hades dies, 
 And I behold thee ! Bath of dazzling Day, 
 Take these spent limbs, revive the old Titan blood, 
 Sharp wine of mountain-ether ! Are yon snows 
 Our Caucasus ? — yon melting distances 
 The meads of Phasis, or, on Morning's side. 
 The Caspian and the far Chorasmian plain ? 
 Here, now, the hoary, storm-tormented peaks 
 Stand silent : muffled thunders from below 
 Make brief disturbance : slopes of tender turf, 
 Untrampled by the steer, and flowers uncropped, 
 Smile a faint summer down the hollow dells, 
 And dark with lifeless water lies the lake. 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 253 
 
 There wheels a vulture, giving to the blue 
 The shade or sparkle of his slanted wings, 
 But seeking other quarry : not for me 
 Is torture, save the pang of growing sight, 
 And slow remembrance of the things that were. 
 The Past, that 'mid her ruins lay a-swooned, 
 In me recovers : pulse by pulse must I 
 Recall my life, and word by word my speech. 
 And age by age my knowledge ! 
 
 {Enter Urania.) 
 
 Also thou, 
 Whom, eminent in Babylon, I saw, — 
 Or wise in secrets of the Memphian stars, 
 Or hermitess on Samos, royal guest 
 In Academe, — endurest ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I endure. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Where wast thou ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Waiting in the dust of earth 
 And the eternal splendor of the stars. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Has thy day dawned ? 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Yea, ever is at dawn, 
 So men but lift their eyes ! 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Where goest thou ? 
 
254 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 To them that seek me. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Goddess, I return 
 To draw the forfeit forces of my youth 
 From dull, forgetful age : be thou my help ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Learn what to ask, I give : not mine to guess 
 The need of others. Epimetheus, thou, 
 A yearning shadow, must create thyself 
 And thine equality of final power. 
 Not yet thou knowest me ; but, as I go, 
 Speak, soft, unsilenced Spirit of the Wind, 
 Speak, kindred Spirits of the Snow and Stream, 
 Declare my being ! 
 
 \She descends the northern side of the pass. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Spirits, I listen : speak ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE WIND. 
 
 From the parched Numidian waste, 
 
 From the hills of hot Fezzhn, 
 I sprang with a boundless haste 
 
 That only the stars outran; 
 Over mountain and Midland Sea 
 
 That strove to tire or tame, — 
 Over Etna and Stromboli 
 
 That pierced me with smoke and flame; 
 Till I laid, in the first desire 
 
 That bended my pinions low. 
 The cheek of the sylph of fire 
 
 On the breast of the gnome of snow ! 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 255 
 
 For the powers of ruin, that meet 
 
 In the vaults of space, must die 
 When the spirit that stays my feet 
 
 Is lord of the tender sky ! 
 I come, to wither and slay ; 
 
 I pause, to quicken and spare ; 
 And the fate of the world I weigh 
 
 In the trembling balance of air ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE SNOW. 
 
 Homeless atoms, born in the sky, 
 Cling to the ledges bleak and high, 
 Fill the crevice and hide the scar, 
 And give the sunrise a rosy star ! — 
 Gather and grow, till a shield is won 
 To blunt the spear of the angry sun ; 
 Till from the heart of my chill repose 
 Power awakens and purpose grows, — 
 Out of my torpor the glacier goes ! 
 Silent, certain, it crouches and crawls 
 Down the gorges in frozen falls. 
 And crystal turrets of azure walls, 
 Tearing the granite from crest and dome, 
 Hurling the torrent forth in foam ! 
 Shepherding here my downy flock. 
 There I shatter the ribs of rock ; 
 Stayed by a hand and slain by a breath, 
 There I am terror, and doom, and death ! 
 
 SPIRIT OF THE STREAM. 
 
 Over the mosses and grasses 
 
 The white cloud passes, 
 Silent and soft as a dream; 
 And the earth, in her shy embraces, 
 
 Conceals the traces 
 
256 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 Of the secret birth of the Stream : 
 Till my threads are braided and woven, 
 
 And speed through the cloven 
 Channels, and gather, and sink. 
 And wind, and sparkle, and dally, 
 
 With song in the valley. 
 And shout from the terrible brink ! 
 Then the whirl of the wind divides me, 
 
 And the rainbow hides me. 
 As I midway scatter in air; 
 And I bathe with endless showers 
 
 The feet of the flowers. 
 And the locks of the forest's hair : 
 Till proudly, with waters wedded, 
 
 My strength is bedded 
 By meadow, and slope, and lea ; 
 And the lands at last deliver 
 
 Their tribute river 
 To the universal Sea ! 
 
 THE THREE SPIRITS [as Echoes). 
 Thou, to power and empire born. 
 Stay one arrow of the Morn ; 
 Pluck one feather from the wing 
 Of the wild Wind's wandering ; 
 Breathe to air the flakes that blow 
 From the chambers of the Snow ; 
 Hold one speck of drifting Force 
 From the measures of its course ; 
 Then of these hast thou the chain 
 Binding Man's immortal brain ! 
 {Enter Prince Deukalion ayid Pyrrha.) 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 faint, clear music of the elements 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 257 
 
 Makes all these mountains rhythmic, and this air ? 
 Thou hearest, Pyrrha ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Not the same that fell 
 From fair Ionian stars, and found afar 
 Reverberant echoes on the mounts of Song; 
 But Earth awakens ! Hope I breathe, and power, 
 Losing my burden of remembered ill. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 New realms, yet not unknown, invite us. See, 
 How, yonder, where the piny gorges fall 
 Northward, it spreads ! — a land of tempered air, 
 Where Beauty's enemy, rough Toil, abides. 
 And all the joyous Muses bind their brows 
 With straightening fillets : never Daphne shakes 
 Her glossy head, or Pallas' hoary tree 
 Makes moonlight on the hills. But Druid oaks, 
 Univied, stretch their stubborn arms abroad, 
 The firs bend black beneath their weight of snow, 
 The gray walls gloom, fire mocks the absent sun, 
 And Life, no more a lightsome gift of Earth, 
 Defends itself by battle : voices there 
 Call thee and me. 
 
 So but my daughters call. 
 They shall behold me ! Under placid brows 
 Of Nymph or Goddess, and the chaste cold breasts, 
 And beating through the snow of perfect limbs, 
 Is Woman ! Beauty's soft inheritress, 
 Let her uplift her downcast lids, and see 
 Power abnegated, dignity unworn, 
 And equal freedom sheltering equal love. 
 
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258 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act II. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 There lies Medusa's secret : with such bait 
 Long hath she fished ; but thou shalt dis-immure 
 Her slaves, and give them their abolished sex ! 
 
 \Perceivi71g Epimetiieus. 
 Here were a face — save that the kindled eye, 
 And April bourgeoning of sunny locks 
 Around the seamless forehead, might deceive — 
 I looked upon in Hades : is it thou ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Am I so young, then ? What Prometheus mused 
 
 I know not yet. With sight indrawn he sat, 
 
 And seemed to listen, while our starless air 
 
 One weary hour hung dead, — then hoarsely spake : 
 
 " Rise, Brother ! " and the thin, gray, crowding ghosts 
 
 Whirled on and would have risen ; but I was here ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What doest thou ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I listen. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Unto whom ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 The Wind, the Snow, the Stream. The mighty Muse 
 Bearing an orb, the star upon her brow, 
 Commanded speech of them, and passed beyond 
 To Thrace or Scythia. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 She ? — and thou ? — Again, 
 O Pyrrha, let our severed hands unite ! 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 259 
 
 Not mine the eternal secret of the Gods 
 To fathom, yet their purpose in my blood 
 Beats prophecy. 
 
 Go, Epimetheus, sunward, 
 And seek thy childhood in the dust of ages ! 
 Burrow in buried fanes : wash clean the altars, 
 And spell forgotten words on mouldering marble. 
 Perchance thy limbs shall fail, thy lids be weary, 
 And thou shalt sleep ; fear not, I will awaken ! 
 Thy brother's words fulfil : " Take one new comfort, 
 Still Epimetheus lives ! " and now the morning 
 Shall not withhold the unseen eyes of Eos ! 
 
 \_Exit Epimetheus. 
 
 PYRRHA [as they descend the pass). 
 
 Arching aisles of the pine, receive us ; 
 
 Dells of alder and willow, be fair ! 
 Something of ancient beauty leave us, — 
 
 Gift for promise, and deed for prayer ! 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 In the shadows of the pine 
 Beauty waiteth, still divine : 
 She is thine ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Will of manhood and blood of valor. 
 Leap as of old to the day at hand : 
 
 Free of doubt and of craven pallor. 
 Rise and ransom the captive land ! 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 In the forge and in the mine 
 Weapons for the battle shine : 
 They are thine ! 
 
 \Exeunt. 
 
ACT III. 
 Scene I. 
 
 A valley among hills covered with forests of oak and beech. 
 Beloiu, in the distance, a richly cultivated plain, a city with 
 Gothic toivers, and a broad river, dotted with the sails of 
 vessels. 
 
 POET (passing-). 
 
 EARTH, thou art lovely as any star, 
 With rest so near, desire so far ! 
 Peace from the tree-tops on the hill 
 Sinks, and the blissful fields are still ; 
 While tender longing, pure of pain, 
 Dwells in the blue of yonder plain ; 
 And all things Fancy, faring free. 
 May clasp or covet, come from thee ! 
 Something of mine is everywhere. 
 Trodden as earth or breathed as air ; 
 Giving, with magic sure and warm, 
 Voice to silence and soul to form, 
 Calm to passion and speed to rest. 
 Borrowed or lent of mine own breast 
 By that swift spirit that mocks the eye. 
 As over thee the unfeatured sky. 
 Heaving its blue tides, endlessly. 
 To planets that fail to lift the sea ! 
 I am thy subject, yet thy king : 
 Give me thy speech, and let me sing ! 
 
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Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 261 
 
 GiEA. 
 
 Step to the music of the song I gave, 
 
 My Poet, homeward ! Lovers, find in me 
 
 Your voiceless eloquence and balm of bliss. 
 
 That else were pain ! Mine ancient life revives 
 
 With sweeter potency : I am a Soul 
 
 Responsive unto all that stirs in Man, 
 
 Transforming passion to a natural voice, 
 
 From airy murmurs of the fragrant weeds 
 
 To the hushed roar of pines, the tramp of waves, 
 
 And bellowing of the ocean-flooded throats 
 
 Of headland caverns ! Wafts of odorous air, 
 
 The thousand-tinted veils of dawn and day, 
 
 The changeless Forms, that from the changing Hours 
 
 Take magic as a garment, stellar fire 
 
 Sprinkled from hollow space, and secret tides 
 
 Lifted by far, fraternal planets, — these 
 
 Have grown to speech, companionship and power. 
 
 Tired of the early mystery, my child 
 
 Hearkens, as one at entrance of a vale 
 
 Never explored, for echoes of his call ; 
 
 And every lone, inviolate height returns 
 
 His fainter self, become a separate voice 
 
 In answer to his yearning ! Not as dam, 
 
 With hungry mouth, — as goddess, with bowed heart 
 
 He woos me ; or as athlete, million-armed. 
 
 Summons my strength from immemorial sleep. 
 
 He comes, the truant of the ages, — comes, • 
 
 The rash forgetter of his source ; as lord 
 
 He comes, — lord, paramour and worshipper, 
 
 Tyrant in brain, yet supplicant in soul. 
 
 With fond compulsion and usurping love 
 
 To make me his ! 
 
 Still scorned are ye, fair Forms 
 I sheltered ? Under yonder beechen shade 
 
262 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 Hath human longing set ye ? Hide my streams 
 Your beauty still, my mists your loosened hair ? 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 {At a distance.) 
 As the night-air pants ; 
 As the wind-harp chants ; 
 As the moonlight falls 
 Over foliage walls ; 
 As gleams forerun 
 The smile of the sun 
 When clouds are parting, 
 Our beings are. 
 We are held afar 
 By a knowledge burning 
 In the heart of yearning ; 
 For the necromancy 
 Of the fonder fancy 
 Breathes back into air 
 The Presences fair 
 It would fain restore : 
 We are Souls and Voices, 
 But Forms no more ! 
 
 G^A. 
 Ye highly live, more awful in the spell 
 Of unseen loveliness ! No need to quit 
 Your dwellings, strike the dull sense into fear, 
 And win a shallow worship : Man's clear eye 
 Sees through the Hamadryad's bark, the veil 
 Of scudding Oread, hears the low-breathed laugh 
 Of Bassarid among the vine's thick leaves, 
 And spies a daintier Syrinx in the reed. 
 For him that loves, the downward-stooping moon 
 Still finds a Latmos : Enna's meadows yet 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 263 
 
 Bloom, as of old, to new Persephones ; 
 And 'twixt the sea-foam and the sparkling air 
 Floats Aphrodite, — nobler far than first 
 These bright existences, and yours, withdrawn 
 To unattainable heights of half-belief, 
 Divine, where whole reflects the hue of Man. 
 
 NYMPHS. 
 
 In the upward pulse of the fountain ; 
 On the sunny flanks of the mountain; 
 Where the bubble and slide of the rill 
 Is heard when the thickets are still; 
 Where the light, with a flickering motion, 
 From the last faint fringes of ocean 
 Is sprinkled on sand and shell ; 
 In the ferns of the bowery dell. 
 And the gloom of the pine-wood dark. 
 And the dew-cloud that hides the lark. 
 The sense of Beauty shall feel us, 
 The touch of delight reveal us ! 
 
 \Exeunt. 
 
 GiEA. 
 
 Fear not, sweet Spirits, what unflinching law, 
 Tracking creative secrets, Man may find 
 In my despotic atoms ! Who denies 
 Confirms ye to the sense that bade him seek. 
 But thou, mine Eros, through whose ministry 
 Stole back the banished Beauty, — as, at first. 
 The harmless tear-like trickle of a stream 
 Through some Cyclopean dam, that softly wins 
 A vantage, till the whole collected lake 
 Sets its large lever to the trembling stones, 
 And freedom follows, — thou, who, well I know, 
 Hidest beneath this roof of summer leaves, 
 Or where the minty meadow-breath makes cool 
 Thine ardent brow, — appear, and speak again ! 
 
264 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 EROS. 
 
 I am not he whom Hermes overcame, 
 
 Nor always from my brother's grosser flame 
 
 Held my pure torch afar : 
 New bows I span, new arrows fill my quiver. 
 Those twain, mine enemies, avoid me now, 
 Stung by the steady radiance of my brow, 
 
 Nor, save in secret, mar 
 My lordshij) over them that I deliver. 
 
 The penance of the ages was in vain ; 
 
 Old sweetness sprang from each invented pain, 
 
 And Love increased by wrong. 
 And won supremacy by sharp denial. 
 Faith dungeoned him, till, pining for the day, 
 He stole the wings of Faith and soared away: 
 
 So grew my nature strong 
 Through conquered violence, and pure through trial. 
 
 What though new strains enrich my airy lute, 
 The primal ecstasies are never mute; 
 
 No throb of joy is missed. 
 Nor from the morn is any splendor taken. 
 But nuptials of the senses now repeat 
 The mystery of equal souls that meet, — 
 
 That kiss when lips are kissed, 
 And each in each to sovran life awaken ! 
 
 GiEA. 
 Not mine to guess thy riddles, — yet I see 
 Near manhood in thine adolescent limbs. 
 Proud lustre in thine eyes, as, through the joy 
 That still around thee sparkles, other joy 
 Made prophecy, but never of an end, 
 And mystic sweetness in thy budded lips. 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 265 
 
 Nathless, whenever my strong spouse, the sun, 
 
 Stoops nearer, sets his bosom unto mine 
 
 And stirs all fond, sad raptures of my frame, 
 
 Then most I note thee, hurrying to and fro, 
 
 Sure in thy speed ; or when he lingering leaves 
 
 My bed of long delight and summershine 
 
 With last caresses, thou on every hill 
 
 Dost walk in light, and breathest through the woods 
 
 Voluptuous odors of the yearning year ! 
 
 Exalt thyself past limits of my law, 
 
 I feed thee still ! What soaring mist of mine, 
 
 Sun-gilded, but the iron frost of space 
 
 Shall seize ? What odor reaches to the stars ? 
 
 EROS. 
 
 Nor the soul of the wandering odor, nor the light of the 
 
 mist, is thine. 
 Who art rolled through day and darkness, at the will of 
 
 a star divine ; 
 Who claim'st the arrows of beauty, alone from its quiver 
 
 sped, — 
 Thou readest but half the riddle in the dust that else 
 
 were dead ! 
 Thy life is blown upon thee, as a seed from another 
 
 land, 
 And the soil, and the dew and water, are the bounty of 
 
 thy hand ; 
 But the secrets of whence and whither are mine for my 
 
 children's need : 
 I go with the flying blossom, as I came with the flying 
 
 seed ! 
 
il66 PRINCE DKUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 SCENIS II. 
 
 A spacious square^ nt the extremity of a city. In front, a 
 churck : on one side a cemetery, with on open ffcttnvay : on 
 the other side a market. 
 
 PYKKIIA. 
 
 [T.ookiu)^ towards the gatenuiy.) 
 'I'licrc, tint (il sliilihorn wron;^ and lliw;irt(!<l liopc 
 And helpless ijiiioiancf, ICartli lias oidy j^aincd 
 A heavier mould ; and she must heap her dead — 
 As the slow ages on her bare emerge 
 Gathered the dust for grass, the (ieci)ening sod 
 For forests — ere our seeds of total life 
 Find roolaj^e, and with undecaying green 
 Keileeni this desolation ! 
 
 rUINCI'. ni.llKAI.ION. 
 
 Yea, hill eyes 
 That onrc behold, and souls liiat once believe, 
 Lend faith and vision as a lamp its flame I 
 
 Ay, Faith ! that limits where it should enlarge,- 
 That sees one only color, where the sun 
 Brands ever three, nor suffers even them 
 To burn iiiibleiided ! 
 
 I'RINCK DICUKAI.ION. 
 
 ''J' is the curse of souls 
 That selfless aspiration looks above 
 To find joy, Iviiowledj^e, beauty, waiting there, 
 Because abandnncd here I 
 
Scene II-l PRINCE DEUKALION. 267 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 So mine await : 
 They doubt me, not forbid me. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Doubt but feeds 
 The callow faith that has not tried its wings. 
 Be comforted ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Deukalion, is it time ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 How often, Pyrrha, have we watched the morn 
 
 Divinely flush — and fade ! How often heard 
 
 Music, that, ere it bade us quite rejoice, 
 
 Died, echoless ! Yet Patience cannot be. 
 
 Like Love, eternal, save at times it grow 
 
 To swift and poignant consciousness of self ; 
 
 And something veiled from knowledge whispers now 
 
 Prometheus stirs in Hades ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Darest thou call ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I dare not. Epimetheus slowly clears 
 Back through the gloom and chaos of the Past 
 The path of his return. The widening sphere 
 His keener vision measures now for Man 
 Discrowns Tradition, shrinks the span of Time, 
 And throws the primal purpose of our fate 
 Once more upon us. Thus the Titan stands 
 Nearer than when the frosty fetters burned 
 His limbs on Caucasus ! 
 
268 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And also she, 
 Pandora, freed from long disgrace of Time, 
 Since now her Hebrew shadow flings away 
 The fabled evil! When the Past is purified, 
 We shall possess the Future. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Yea, our source, 
 As from the bosom of a mountain mist, 
 Leaps out of Nature, innocent at last ! 
 In our beginning Destiny divine 
 Set the accordant end ; and this, obscure. 
 Makes that with monstrous intervention dark 
 To human souls. Already Earth is red 
 With ebbing life-blood of the wounded Faiths 
 That shriek, and turn their faces to the wall. 
 And shut their vision to the holier Heir, 
 Who, unproclaimed, awaits his lordship. Lo! 
 How he who governs these austerer lands 
 Withholds his gifts, betrays his promises, 
 Gives freedom for repentance, not for change, 
 Nor other answer than his own, to doubt! 
 Foe to Medusa, in his secret dreams 
 He wears her triple crown, — allows, perforce, 
 Urania, banished from her first abodes, 
 Chill hospitality, an exile's fare, — 
 No right of home ! What will his welcome be, 
 When Epimetheus, hand in hand with her, 
 Tells the new story of the human Past ? 
 {Enter a Man and Woman.) 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 {To the Man.) 
 Say, dost thou know me ? 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 269 
 
 MAN. 
 
 At a distance, I 
 Have seen thee pass : I never heard thy name. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I speak it not. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 Thou movest my desire 
 To know, yet, save the knowledge be allowed, 
 No less my fear : there 's brightness on thy face, 
 As one who sees no pitfall in delight, 
 Nor snare in science, nor the burden bears 
 Of fallen nature. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Whence is thine so dark .'' 
 Art thou in love with pain ? 
 
 MAN. 
 
 I cannot help 
 Some joys of life, and guilty dreams of more : 
 But He who suffered for my sake forbids 
 That I rejoice too greatly. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Wisdom, then, 
 Wilt thou accept ? 
 
 MAN. 
 
 The wisdom of the world ? 
 Nay ; 't is vain-glory. 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 {^To Pyrrha.) 
 If indeed for me 
 Thou hast a message, as thine eyes declare, 
 Thou knowest my need. 
 
270 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 I know thine ignorance. 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 I would have knowledge, were the entrance free. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Want forces entrance, justifies itself. 
 As hunger crime! But learn what Beauty is, 
 And this, thy present weakness and reproach, 
 Becomes immortal power! 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 When I behold 
 Thy face, I seem to own it. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Set thou, then, 
 Whatever visage unto thee I wear 
 Within the shrine of thy desires, thereon 
 To brood in longings born of motherhood, 
 That so thy daughters shall inherit it, 
 And I in them be nearer ! 
 
 ( To the Woman. ) 
 
 Strange the words, 
 Their meaning doubtful : how shall thou and I, 
 Bearing Eternity's full weight alone, — 
 Ours all the debt, foreclosed if other coin 
 Save what our Faith supplies be given as due. 
 And poor in deeds that earn it, — how shall we 
 Accept such help ? He wears the face of Power, 
 She that of Beauty ; what if both mislead ? 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 271 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 Her spirit touches me, as doth the sun 
 A folded bud : if I become a flower, 
 The hue and fragrance locked within my life 
 Without my will are scattered. 
 
 Come away! 
 
 \They pass on. 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 No more the shepherd and the shepherdess, 
 
 Our children ! 'T is the wisdom of the school, 
 
 So grave in childish self-sufficiency, 
 
 That turns on Nature and disowns her bliss. 
 
 I know not what large hope awakens now : 
 
 Pandora, Titan-mother ! rise and see 
 
 How speeds thy purpose ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Ere thou summon her, 
 Or he unsummoned rises, let us seek 
 The stately High-Priest who hath ruled so long 
 These broadening realms, advancing nobler fate 
 Even where he willed it not, the instrument 
 Of that diviner mystery than his God ! 
 The sky-cast shadow of a Hebrew Chief 
 Fades o'er his altars ; and the aureoled Love, 
 That later veiled the tyranny, reveals 
 A change in its intensest splendor wrought 
 Invisibly : if he hath eyes to bear. 
 His ear may hearken, when Prometheus calls. 
 
272 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 The interior of a spacious cliiirch. In tJie chancel a lofty altar, 
 on the front panel whereof is carried a rayed triangle : on 
 the top of the altar rests the Ark of the Covenant, above which 
 totvers a Cross. Calchas, High-Priest, stands upon a 
 raised platform before the altar,' clad in an ephod of gold, 
 blue, purple and scarlet, with mitre, girdle and breast-plate of 
 twelve stones, as described in Exodus xxxix. Prince 
 Deukalion and rYURiiA in the nave. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Still old the symbols ! — and the spirit looks 
 Backward to whence they came. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 So should it look, 
 But free, across a conquered realm ! The Past 
 Is Man's possession, not his mocking glimpse 
 Through loopholes of the jail where Reason pines. 
 It gives the Prophet vision, as a root 
 Declares the measure of the branch it feeds ; 
 But here are teachers, who, to lead the blind, 
 Hoodwink themselves. What common eye can see 
 Past things as present, ancient miracle 
 To-day's dull fact, God's hand upon the man 
 It looks at ? Over gulfs of ages these 
 First find their sanctity, as our dark orb 
 Drinks light from ether till it grows a star. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 It is the heart that dares not look too near, 
 Nor yet too high. 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 273 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Tlie heart, that doubts the brain, — 
 Feeling, divorced from knowledge, — this it is 
 That neither loves us nor can be estranged ; 
 That dimly plays with our conjectured will ; 
 Obeys, mistrusts itself and grows ashamed, — 
 Then turns apostate ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Nay, Deukalion, nay ! — 
 That, born anew, retains the old desire ; 
 That, kindled once, keeps memory of the flame ; 
 That out of thwarted yearning, baffled peace, 
 And endless pangs of vain self-surgery, 
 Still floods all life with fond presentiment 
 Of thee and me ! 
 
 [Sound of the organ.) 
 
 CHANT. 
 
 From this body of death deliver, 
 
 This burden of woes ! 
 We call, as they called where the river 
 
 Of Babylon flows. 
 Like the wail of a captive nation 
 Is the sound of our lamentation. 
 From the pleasures that still delight us ; 
 From the daily sins that smile us ; 
 From the difiicult, vain repentance 
 And the dread of the coming sentence ; 
 From the knowledge that gropes and stumbles ; 
 From the pride of mind that humbles ; 
 From beauteous gifts that harden, 
 And bliss that implores not pardon ; 
 From the high dreams that enslave us, 
 
 We beseech Thee, save us ! 
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.274 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Joy in Thy world divine, 
 And the body like to Thine ; 
 Pride in the mind that dares 
 To scale Thy starry stairs, 
 Rising, at each degree, 
 The least space nearer Thee ; 
 Strength to forget the ill. 
 So Thy good to fulfil ; 
 Freedom to seek and find 
 All that our dreams designed, 
 Driven by Thine own goads 
 Forth on a thousand roads ; 
 Patience to wrest from Time 
 Something of Truth sublime. 
 Or of Beauty that shall live, — 
 We beseech Thee, give ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 {Perceiving Prince Deukalion and Pvrrha.) 
 I do mistrust these strangers. Since that she. 
 Medusa, thrust them out from all her realms, 
 What time she banished her of orb and star 
 I sheltered (threatening now with adder sting 
 For life revived), they wander to and fro — 
 Or others in their likeness, — and disturb 
 My settled sway. Freedom I gave, because 
 Free-will must choose me, — bade men seek the truth, 
 Because the truth conducts them back to me. 
 Urania, with her forward-peering eyes. 
 Saw not the vestments, which, to mark her mine, 
 I laid upon her shoulders : suddenly now, 
 Full-staturcd, with uplifted head she walks. 
 And drops her loosed phylacteries in the dust. 
 These, too ! — whate'er they purpose must be mine, 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 275 
 
 If good, since other good exists not : yet 
 They stir some quick perversity of heart 
 In man and woman, teach abohshed needs, 
 And open gates I shut — but may not bar. 
 They come this way. I '11 question them. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION (advancing). 
 
 High-Priest, 
 Thou shouldst proclaim us, and thou know'st us not ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Much have I heard. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What most ? 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 That ye do breed 
 Confusion. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay ! — but out of thine we build 
 The ruined harmony. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Then, enemies 
 Ye now declare yourselves, where I but deemed 
 Some seed of pride had sprouted o'er its fall. 
 What is 't ye do .-' 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What thou hast never done, 
 Who hast one purpose where thy sons need all. 
 Who keep'st them puppets lest they grow to Gods ! 
 
276 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act HI. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 I seek to save them. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 They will save themselves, 
 Not by one anchor which may drag them down, 
 But carried outward by all winds that blow 
 Into the shoreless deep ! Give knowledge room. 
 Yea, room to doubt, and sharp denial's gust 
 That makes all things unstable ! Tremble not 
 When stern Urania writes the words of Law : 
 Make once more Life the noble thing it was 
 When Gods were human, or the nobler thing 
 It shall be when The God becomes divine ! 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Blasphemer ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Curse, if so it comfort thee. 
 Thy weapon, too, is terror ; but when men 
 Cease to be cowards, idle Hell shall close. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Yield what thou canst : there still is time. Give up 
 Dead symbols of the perished ages : doff 
 The trappings of a haughty alien race 
 Whose speech was never thine : keep but the spark 
 Of pure white Truth which nor repels, forbids 
 Nor stings, but ever broadening warms the world ! 
 Think what thy lips have promised, how thy hand 
 Rent suddenly our chains ! Nearest thou art 
 Of them that sway the torpid souls of men : 
 So, then, be all where thou art but a part, — 
 Be all, teach all, grant all, and make thyself 
 Eternal ! 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 277 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Am I not so, now ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Not yet, 
 Save in the taste of that thou offerest, — 
 Repentance. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 And thou mightst be, in thy love. 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Repentance ? Love ? What words are these you speak ? 
 
 One wins the other : I announce them both, 
 
 And all beatitude that follows them. 
 
 Beyond the curse inherited by flesh, 
 
 Beyond this cloudy valley, where as rain 
 
 Fall human tears, and sighs of vain desires 
 
 Make an incessant gust, I know the way 
 
 To refuge, and the one permitted bliss 
 
 Of living souls. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Let me behold that bliss ! 
 I have the right of entrance ; fear thou not ! 
 The phantom key thy hand yet seems to clutch 
 Lend me a moment ; or, canst thou not yield, 
 Then stand aside ! — O Father is it time .-' 
 
 PROMETHEUS {rises). 
 
 What matters, whether soon or late ? 
 Thine is the burden, thine the fate. 
 Long hast thou waited, not too long, 
 For patience is the test of wrong ; 
 And thee the slow years may allow 
 
278 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 Some right of deeper vision now. 
 The trial art thou strong to bide, 
 Explore thy way ! — there is no guide. 
 
 {Disappears. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 {Seizitig the horns of the Ark tipon the altar.) 
 
 I know what holy mysteries were thine 
 In the old days : but what art thou become ? 
 Yield up thy spells to one who saw thee pass 
 Through the dusk halls where Amun-Ra was lord, 
 Or Nile-borne on thy barque of flowers ! What lore 
 Of wandering souls — of life beyond the end — 
 Is thine to give us ? 
 
 [A pause.) 
 
 Nothing more than this ? — 
 Gray emptiness of space, with here and there 
 A flying shadow, whether man or fiend 
 The eye detects not : something vast of form. 
 Yet Hebrew-featured, stirred to mighty wrath 
 By hostile Gods, defending, as it seems, 
 A throne secure, — uncertain of His will. 
 And undecided if His sons shall live. 
 They, too, poor ghosts ! must hover on the verge 
 Betwixt two worlds : they reach no firmer soil 
 Of airy substance, yet which may upbear 
 Thin feet of spirits, but in endless whirl 
 Drift through the shapeless void. I '11 look no more. 
 
 {He lays his hand tipon the Cross.) 
 
 Symbol of Fire, the oldest, holiest ! 
 Forget thy speech on Asia's hoary hills, 
 Dip thy pure arms in blood of sacrifice, 
 And tell me what thou heraldest ! 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 279 
 
 CALCHAS. 
 
 Avaunt ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 There is less profanation in his act 
 Than in thy prayers. Be silent, — wait the end ! 
 (Prince Deukalion's eyes dose: he slaivly sinks dozvii and 
 lies, leaning against the altar.) 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 THE VISION OF PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 As out of mist an unknown island grows, 
 It swam in space, surrounded with repose. 
 " Behold," an airy whisper said, " the sphere 
 Through hope existing, as yon pit through fear ; 
 For what men pray for — while they pray — shall last, 
 Since Faith creates her Future as her Past." 
 No light of sun, or moon, or any star 
 Touched the white battlements that gleamed afar, 
 Or painted with strong ray the pastures wide 
 Between slow stream and easy mountain-side, 
 But over all such cold and general glow 
 As moonlight spreads u^Don a land of snow. 
 Yet fairer, shone ; and myriads wandered there, 
 Giving no stir to that unbreathing air. 
 White as the meadow-blossoms, and as still, 
 And white as clouds on each unshadowed hill. 
 A city vast, that bore an earthly name. 
 With thousand pinnacles of frost and flame 
 Stood in the midst ; and twelvefold flashed unrolled 
 The pavements of her avenues of gold. 
 Where harps and voices one high strain did pour 
 Of " Holy, holy, holy ! " evermore. 
 
28o PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 And out the centre, from the burnished glare, 
 
 A golden stairway sloped athwart the air, 
 
 And faded upward, where a Phantom shone 
 
 That changed in form to them that gazed thereon. 
 
 These, side by side, and wing caressing wing, 
 
 Rested like wild doves on their wandering, 
 
 Innumerable : and o'er them seraphim 
 
 Winnowed rich plumes to make the glory dim, 
 
 And children's faces, kissed with sweeter light. 
 
 Circled in swarms around a Throne of white. 
 
 Shapes of no sex, too beautiful for man, 
 
 Too cold for woman, spread the rosy van 
 
 And slanted, shining, far amid the space. 
 
 Some pleasure came on each uplifted face 
 
 To see those messengers, — some rapid awe, 
 
 When that high Form, with hidden brow, they saw, — 
 
 But else their eyes were weary, and the fold 
 
 Of each white mantle slept upon the gold. 
 
 Dead seemed their hands, save when the harps they 
 
 smote 
 And made accord of one perpetual note. 
 The entrance of a living spirit there 
 Gave a quick motion to the torpid air, 
 Startled the light with shadow, and breathed out 
 Keen earthly odors ; yet of dread or doubt 
 Among the myriad myriads was no sign. 
 A listless wonder woke in souls supine. 
 But made no speech, for consciousness was numb, 
 Save to the awful voice of wliat must come, 
 As on dead continents the live sea's roar : 
 
 " Forevermore ! Forevermore ! " 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION 
 
 Angels, a moment stay 
 Your heavenly errands, and betray 
 
Scene IV ] PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What nature, beautiful and dim, 
 As in some twilight dream of power 
 
 Is born for one bright hour, 
 
 Ye have received from Him ! 
 
 Shorn of all kin are ye, 
 
 Companionless, unwed 
 With primal mortals, loveless, passion-free, 
 
 Not living, neither dead ! 
 Declare me this : 
 
 Is it your only bliss 
 To sail, soft-shining, with your wings outspread ? 
 To cheat the ecstacy ye cannot share, 
 
 With apparitions fair ? 
 
 To give each holy dream 
 
 Its warranty supreme. 
 The palm to promise, and the lily bear ? 
 
 ANGELS. 
 
 We cannot know : 
 We are the feather. His the breath to blow. 
 
 Though human yearning mould 
 Our passive being, we are cold. 
 
 Pity, to eyes that mourn ; 
 
 Passion, to hearts that burn ; 
 
 Reward, to lives that dare ; 
 
 Salvation, unto prayer, — 
 What face men look for, such we wear ! 
 Unborn, we have no destiny, 
 Nor other being than to be ; 
 
 Nor service, but to soar 
 'Twixt One Adored and many that adore. 
 
 What should we further tell ? 
 Thou hast no message : so farewell ! 
 
282 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 But ye, Transfigured, whose denial 
 
 Endured the life-long trial, — 
 Pure souls, whose only human terror 
 
 Made Thought an ambushed error, — 
 Who now possess, secure from losing, 
 
 The bliss of your own choosing. 
 Speak, are there needs ye here have sighed for, 
 
 More than on earlli ye died for ? 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 Is it permitted "i 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I am here. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 We tremble, }'et we must not fear. 
 The bright temptation of thy brow 
 We once resisted, conquers now ; 
 But thought unused and voice unheard 
 Deny us the consenting word. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Look on me, and it shall be given ! 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 O joy ! O pain ! 
 As leaves from autumn boughs are dri^ 
 
 At last, at last, 
 Thy will hath torn us from our Past, 
 
 And half we live again ! 
 Yea, here is glory, here is bliss. 
 Arms that sustain us, lips that kiss. 
 And rest, and peace, and pain's rev 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALIOAT. 283 
 
 In that pure light which seems the Lord ; 
 But — bHss without endeavor, 
 
 And lips that cannot part ; 
 And rest that sleeps forever 
 
 In each immortal heart ; 
 And light whose splendor hideth 
 
 The Face we burn to see — 
 What is it that divideth 
 
 Eternity and thee ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I am eternal, even as ye. 
 
 But your concealed, undying woe 
 
 Is this : ye have not sought to know. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 We did obey. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 But whom, ye may not say. 
 Have ye beheld Him ? 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 Nay. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Once more upon Him call : 
 Uplift awakened eyes ! 
 Though falling as ye fall, 
 He rises as ye rise. 
 
 SPIRITS. 
 
 His Will in dreams we saw, 
 And left unlearned His guiding law ; 
 We forced our lives to crave, 
 
2S4 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 Through bondage, what His freedom gave ; 
 
 Till, having fondly wrought, 
 We own the Paradise we sought, — 
 
 Self-bound, and over-blessed 
 With endless weariness of rest ! 
 
 One multitudinous sigh was breathed along 
 
 The golden avenues, and shook the song : 
 
 But far aloft they heard a trumpet blown. 
 
 And keen white splendor gathered round the Throne. 
 
 Then slowly up the ether-darkened blue 
 
 The meads and hills and battlements withdrew, 
 
 Till all the sphere became a silvery moon. 
 
 With ever-lessening disk, and star-hke soon, 
 
 And faded out : but in the hollow space 
 
 All suns and planets kept their ancient place. 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 A wide plain, tcninhabiied, dotted with ancient tnounds. Epi- 
 METHEUS, seated on a fallen pillar, at the doorway of a half 
 exhumed palace, with a broken tablet in his hand. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 It is the speech I heard but yesterday. 
 When all this buried pomp stood bright in air, 
 Terrace on terrace, till the topmost seemed 
 Fit for the feet of some descending God, 
 While bannered masts and galleries of sound 
 Hailed him, invisible ; and whispered words 
 To consecrated ears, these tablets bore ; 
 And the wide shadow of this power was thrown 
 O'er half the world. What said Prometheus then, 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 285 
 
 When, groping first on fields of unblown mist, 
 I sought to hold the ever- vanishing forms 
 With stable vision ? — " 'T is the Future's gift, 
 To know the Past ! " 
 
 Yet I had mused, not slept, 
 Through weary ages : 't was alone their dust 
 That made me seem so hoary. Action, now, 
 And waxing knowledge, destiny fulfilled. 
 Restore the ardors of Titanic youth. 
 Though lost the primal struggle, lost the joy 
 That even defeat to high defiance yields, 
 I am at last a Power, and challenge Powers, — 
 A truth, and thus a terror ! In my veins 
 Burns eager blood ; I know my brow is fair, 
 My voice hath music, and the ears of men 
 Perforce must hearken, as I tell the tale 
 Of ever older and of mightier Pasts, 
 Lost tongues and sacred secrets, stolen faiths, 
 Perverted symbols, and the favor shed — 
 One tribe usurped — upon the Chosen All ! 
 {Enter Urania.) 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 What doest thou here ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I triumph ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Wherefore now. 
 
 More than erewhile ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 I have remembered that 
 Forgotten, when I saw nor understood ; 
 And now remembered since I know. 
 
286 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 HRANIA, 
 ( Taking up a handful of dnst.) 
 
 And I 
 Have found in this tlie secret of all worlds. 
 Thy Past ? I know no Past ! Thou dream'st of time, — 
 It is not, was not ! Nothing is, save Law. 
 Thy feet are on my paths : not heeding them 
 I guided thee, yet in so much of power 
 As may be given thee, more of freedom lies 
 For them that follow me and cannot turn. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Proud wast thou ever. 
 
 Proud, because assailed, 
 As who, with full hands bearing gifts, is spurned. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Yet pause ! I am no longer slack of thought : 
 I know thy being. Though I give return 
 Of needed help, the will which sent me forth 
 Hath still some ancient empire over thee. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 Yea, thou art wakened ! Why should I conceal 
 From thee, thus proud, associate soon with him. 
 Thy brother, whose large vision moves with mine, 
 The ultimate barrier where 1 needs must pause ? 
 But thou, and every Titan yoked with thee. 
 And every track that other knowledge treads. 
 And all the visions unto Faith allowed, 
 Reach not so far : what matter if I halt. 
 Not impotent, where no disturbance comes 
 To vex me, resting but a little while ? 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 287 
 
 Push back that point where thou rememberest not 
 Through countless aeons, still thou find'st my trail ! 
 Grasp thou the seeds of life in sun and star, 
 And sink then, fainting, where I stand and smile ! 
 'T is not subjection, but a limit, rules : 
 My work is baffled since I could not give 
 The primal impulse. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 Neither thou, nor he, 
 
 Prometheus ! 
 
 Cease ! — thy words renew the chill 
 That seizes me at each new victory. 
 The cry of old affections shakes my hand ; 
 The gush of human heart's-blood comes to dim 
 My crystal eyesight ; and a something lost. 
 Because unsought, perchance unsearchable, — 
 Unknown, because unknowable to sense, — 
 Assails my right. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 There is no enmity 
 Where neither can be lord : do thou thy task, 
 I mine, and each eternal Force its own ! 
 
 Scene VL 
 
 The shore of the open ocean : viorning. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Thou lookest eastward, past the gem-like round, 
 The sky of opal and the sea of pearl : 
 
288 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 I surely misinterpret not thy hope, 
 Or is 't thy longing ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Say, my haughty faith, 
 That will not pray for what it must expect. 
 Once have I called on Eos, but I call 
 No more : the silver echo of her words 
 Repeats itself within me, as their vows 
 To happy lovers. Thus it was she spake : 
 " Faith, when none believe, 
 
 Truth, when all deceive. 
 
 Freedom, when force restrains, 
 
 Courage to sunder chains, 
 
 Pride, when good is shame, 
 
 Love, when love is blame, — 
 These shall call me in stars and flame ! " 
 Thence call I not ; but, yonder, as I gaze, 
 The twin stars, visible no more to sense, 
 Glimmer, the phantoms of her eyes ; the red, 
 Now fading, is her cheek's immortal flush. 
 And the loose golden opulence of her hair 
 These clouds untangle. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Here her face revealed 
 Would doubly promise, as the mirroring wave 
 Doubled her loveliness. The conquering Gods 
 Made too much haste to seize a mountain-throne : 
 This were their seat ; but old Poseidon took 
 The realm that should be Jove's, where, set between 
 The unknown silence and the noise of earth, 
 Are too pure elements, pavement and dome. 
 Here glimpse upon the soul imagined shores ; 
 Here Fancy out of changeful air may build 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 289 
 
 Her far-off palaces ; yet what of truth, 
 Accepted fate or world-defying will 
 Exists, confirms as well its being, here. 
 Time is the billow, Destiny the shore. 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Deukalion ! Seest thou naught ? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I see the gray 
 Of waves that first shall darken to the sun ; 
 The distance, where no separating line 
 Cuts the soft web of sky-inwoven sea ; 
 And all the dipping rondure of the world 
 Beneath it, where the mighty Day looks down, 
 Or sadly lingers for the word and deed 
 Undone, unspoken ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Ah ! as out of air 
 It suddenly grew, I see a glorious barque 
 With bellied canvas of the morning cloud, 
 The cordage of translucent vapor spun. 
 The hull a curve of sea-foam, foamlessly 
 Borne onward, silent, with unruffled prow 
 Approaching us ! Two forms direct her speed, 
 And cither's arm is on the other's neck, 
 And locks of gray and gold are mixed above 
 Their equal brows. Thou hast not called them? 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Nay, 
 And yet, beholding not, I know the twain. 
 Oh, come ye hither from the unmeasured Deep, 
 And not from Hades ? Come ye with the morn, 
 
 19 
 
.290 PRINCE DEUKALIOy. [Act III. 
 
 Unsummoned, though the morning's goddess fail ? 
 Come ye, at last, whose birth reversed your fates, 
 United, one in knowledge, one in power ? 
 Father, and thou, alike a father, hail ! 
 
 (Prometheus and Epimetheus appear.) 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 What language hath, to-day, the sea, 
 
 To chill, inspire or menace thee ? 
 
 What eager hope or spleen forlorn 
 
 Blew on thee through the gates of morn ? — 
 
 Or were thy power and purpose dumb 
 
 To speak our coming, ere we come ? 
 
 Not in dejection did we brood. 
 Hearkening the many voices of the sea. 
 
 But for the scattered spirits free 
 Which lure, yet mock, the captive multitude ; 
 
 And lor these last, who yet 
 Can neither learn new things, nor old forget ; 
 
 And to fulfil thy plan 
 That woman shall be woman, man be man, 
 
 We pondered, here apart, 
 One wisdom for the brain and heart ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION, 
 
 Not in dejection, no ! — while every Force, 
 Once idle, formless, unto Man becomes 
 A god to labor and a child to guide ; 
 While Space, obstructing human will no more, 
 Makes Time a tenfold ally ; while the draught 
 Of knowledge, once a costly cup, invites 
 Free as the wayside brook to whoso thirsts, 
 And aspiration, trying lonely wings, 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 291 
 
 Escapes the ancient arrow ! These are gains 
 
 We cannot lose ; but what new justice comes 
 
 With them, to right Earth's everlasting wrong ? 
 
 The weariness of work that never sees 
 
 Its consequence ; chances of joy denied 
 
 To noble natures, prodigal for mean ; 
 
 Helpless inheritance of want and crime ; 
 
 The simplest duties never owned untauglit, 
 
 The highest marred by holy ignorance ; 
 
 Crowned Self, that with his impudent hollow words, 
 
 Is noisiest, and Vanity that deems 
 
 His home the universe, his day all time ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 These are, and they shall be ; 
 Nor less, though thine impatience fret. 
 Man is a child upon thy knee, 
 
 And earth his cradle yet. 
 Unto thy voice his quickening ears 
 
 Open a little space. 
 Till, taught by dreams of countless years, 
 
 His eyes shall know thy face. 
 
 I stand as one that after darkness feels 
 
 The twilight : all the air is promise-flushed, 
 
 Yet strangely chill, and though the sense delight 
 
 In sweet deliverance, something in the blood 
 
 Cries for the sun. Ye know, who set my work, 
 
 It is no selfish passion. Shorn are they. 
 
 And by the fondest fate, of action's crown, 
 
 My daughters, — so, denied their part 
 
 In old divinity and balanced right 
 
 Of man's prone worship, losing thence 
 
 Some honor Time is ignorant to restore, 
 
292 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act III. 
 
 They need their equal half of all there is, 
 Uniting, not dividing, Life. Who twains 
 What once was one, makes both more grandly one ; 
 Or thou and I, Deukalion, could not be ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Now should Pandora speak ! 
 Withdrawn the demigoddess sits, 
 And silent, yet there flits 
 A flush across her cheek, 
 A soft light o'er her eye. 
 And half her proud lips smile : 
 Unto thy hope, the while, 
 Be this enough reply ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 {To Epimetheus.) 
 What bear'st thou from thine East ? 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 The living Past 
 That from its grave my former being caught. 
 And left me youth. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Which, backward sent 
 To Man's dim childhood, where thy memory dies, 
 Foresees with me. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 And active even as thou ! 
 I bring dread knowledge : change and overthrow, 
 Despair of creeds, and shaking of the shrines, 
 And fruitless building till the Builder come, 
 Are in my hands. The Gods of races I 
 
Scene VI.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 293 
 
 Unseat, as Time or Tyranny of old 
 Unseated them, by one subversive lore 
 Of equal truth revealed to them that seek, 
 None self-elected as depositors, 
 But His eternal Covenant with Life 
 For all, forever ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Who shall teach that lore ? 
 
 PROMETHHUS. 
 
 Its whisper now sets every wind of earth 
 Vibrating : hearken, here ! — the subtle sea 
 Hath learned it from the happier stars, and bears 
 The message to his loneliest isles ; the buds 
 Expand it in their blossoms ; helpless souls 
 Discover it and rejoice, forebode and flee. 
 Truth gathers being as the fire in air, 
 Until, surcharged, it drops a blazing bolt 
 And speaks in thunder. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Who shall hurl those thrones, 
 Untenanted, beside all wrecks of Power, 
 And dwell above them, that mankind may rise ? 
 
 He is unknown. 
 
 He is alone. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 ECHOES. 
 
 Unknown ! — yet known. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 ECHOES. 
 
 Alone ! — yet with His Own. 
 
ACT IV. 
 Scene I. 
 
 A vast flowery meadow : the sea, cities and mountains in the 
 distance. 
 
 AGATHON {a child). 
 
 (So/us.) 
 
 SOULS know their errands, — yet must live, 
 Ere speaking, all the truth they give. 
 Sad must their brooding childhood be 
 Who teach the old captivity, 
 And ah ! how sad, perplexed and strange 
 Is theirs who see, but cannot change ; 
 How dark who build not, yet destroy, — 
 But mine, at last, but mine is joy ! 
 
 No herald star announced my birth ; 
 Men know not that I tread the earth ; 
 I fashion not the doves of clay 
 That, when I bid them, soar away; 
 Nor twine the rose, in sportive need 
 To make prophetic temples bleed ; 
 Nor look, from eyes of early woe, 
 The agony I shall not know ! 
 O Purest, Holiest ! — not thy path 
 'Twixt tortured love and ancient wrath 
 Is mine to follow : none again 
 Wins thy beatitude of pain : 
 
Scene I.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 295 
 
 But all the glory of the Day, 
 All beauty near or far away, 
 All bliss of life that, born within, 
 Makes quick forgetfulness of sin. 
 Attend me, and through me express 
 The meaning of their loveliness. 
 
 Yonder, the weary, longing race 
 
 Conjecture my maturer face, 
 
 Nor dream the child's — when they behold 
 
 Beneath its locks of sunburnt gold — 
 
 That only says : " My life is sweet ; 
 
 The crisp, cool grasses love my feet ; 
 
 The lulling air my body takes 
 
 To slumber, and the wave awakes ; 
 
 And pleasure comes from soil and flower, 
 
 And out of lightning falls a power. 
 
 And from the breath of ancient trees 
 
 The vigor that enriches ease, 
 
 And from the mountain-haunted skies 
 
 The will that ruins, save it rise ! " 
 
 Be the white wings of Duty furled 
 
 To-day, and let me own the world ! — 
 
 The azure flag-flower basks in heat, 
 
 Yet cools, below, her plashy feet ; 
 
 The footsteps of the breezes pass 
 
 In shadow-ripples down the grass. 
 
 And glimmers, where the pool is thin, 
 
 The slide of many a silver fin. 
 
 Beam on my bosom, warmth divine, 
 
 Until its pulsing currents shine 
 
 Like yonder river's ! — pour the flame 
 
 Of supple life through all my frame, 
 
 Till consciousness of beauty there 
 
 Gives me the glory I should wear ! 
 
29^ PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 My limbs shall float, my motions be 
 Each a new change of ecstasy, 
 Nor shall I breathe except to know 
 What savors the swift airs bestow, 
 While pure, as when its beats began, 
 The heart to music builds the man ! 
 
 I know I AM, — that simplest bliss 
 
 The millions of my brothers miss. 
 
 I know the fortune to be born, 
 
 Even to the meanest wretch they scorn ; 
 
 What mingled seeds of life are sown 
 
 Broadcast, as by a hand unknown, 
 
 (A Demon's or a child-god's way 
 
 To scatter fates in wilful play !) — 
 
 What need of suffering precedes 
 
 All deeper wisdom, nobler deeds ; 
 
 And how man's soul may only rise 
 
 By something stern that purifies. 
 
 But here I gather, ere my hour 
 
 Shall call, the fresh, untainted power 
 
 Of Nature, half our mother yet, 
 
 And angry wlien lier sons forget. 
 
 Far as the living ether bends 
 
 My being through her own extends ; 
 
 Free as a bird's to sink and soar 
 
 O'er meadow, mountain, sea and shore ; 
 
 One with the happy lives that breed 
 
 Their like in spawn, and tgg^ and seed; 
 
 One with the careless motes that stray 
 
 To gather gold for dying day, 
 
 And with the dainty sorcery 
 
 Of odors blown far out to sea. 
 
 That say to mariners on the wing : 
 
 The unseen earth is blossomins: ! 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 297 
 
 But farther, finer, airier yet 
 A soul may spin its mystic net, 
 And, with unconscious heart-beat sped 
 Vibrating on each gossamer thread, 
 Declare itself and all it gives. 
 Though, speaking not, it simply lives ! 
 
 Scene II. 
 
 The interior of a spacious cimrch, as in Act III., Scene III. 
 Noon : the ivindows are open, and the nave is filled with sun- 
 shitie. Urania, slowly pacing down the main aisle. 
 
 URANIA. 
 An added step, and these groined arches fall ! 
 The mine beneath the fortress of my foe 
 Is dug, the fuse is laid, and only fails 
 One spark of fire, but such as must be stolen 
 Elsewhere than from mine atoms. How, save I, 
 Myself, create, shall I creation solve ? 
 Exalted thus, and throned on rigid Law, 
 That bids a million universes whirl 
 In the inconceivable Immensity, — 
 Earth but a mote, and all humanity 
 Its faint result, — shall I admit desire 
 As cause, not sequence, fondest dreams as fact, 
 And vast inflation of the vapory Self 
 Beyond all spheres of sense ? With my large scheme 
 This last breathes interference : unto me 
 Myself suffices : no fond paramour 
 Shall woo me for my beauty, save as truth 
 Makes beautiful, or knowledge stands for love. 
 Men's minds grow wider : my serener light 
 Probes the dark closets of the mystic Past, 
 
29S PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 And many a bat-like phantom, blinded, shrieks 
 For the last time, and dies : yet — one more step, 
 The final one, awaits me. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 {^Appearing from behind the altar.) 
 Yea, and that 
 
 Thou canst not take. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 What hinders me ? — speak on ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Then thou wert God ! 
 
 The Cause ? the first impelling Force ? 
 The Ages yet may make me so. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 And Man, 
 Who, knowing thee, is everything thou art, 
 Shall find himself created by his will. 
 And all his faith in one advancing life 
 Through fairer spheres is thine in being his ! 
 Almighty Love, lord of intelligence, 
 Anointed Prophet of Eternity, 
 Lives, even as thou. 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 And dies, when thwarted law 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Nay ! — not dies, howe'er obscured 
 
 Prohibits. 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 299 
 
 Or mutilate, — not dies, in that dense dark 
 Where thou art impotent, but is the ray- 
 That guides men to thy feet and far beyond ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I know thou canst not be mine enemy ; 
 Yet why, to flatter life, wilt thou repeat 
 The unproven solace ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Proven by its need ! — 
 By fates so large no fortune can fulfil ; 
 By wrong no earthly justice can atone ; 
 By promises of love that keep love pure ; 
 And all rich instincts, powerless of aim, 
 Save chance, and time, and aspiration wed 
 To freer forces, follow ! By the trust 
 Of the chilled Good that at life's very end 
 Puts forth a root, and feels its blossom sure ! 
 Yea, by thy law ! — since every being holds 
 Its final purpose in the primal cell. 
 And here the radiant destiny o'erflows 
 Its visible bounds, enlarges what it took 
 From sources past discovery, and predicts 
 No end, or, if an end, the end of all ! 
 
 URANIA. 
 
 I know this dialect, so many strive 
 
 To make it mine, or bend my tongue thereto. 
 
 Let there be truce while perfect knowledge waits ! 
 
 Here cometh one whom I must serve, — and thou, 
 
 If thou wouldst live. 
 
 {Enter Prince Deukalion.) 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 My father ! 
 
300 PRINCE DEUKALION. [AcT IV. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Have I, then, 
 In some exalted trance begotten thee ? — 
 Ah, not from her who only should have nursed 
 Thy babyhood, — our race is yet to come. 
 Thou hast my features, and from heart and lip, 
 As thus I hold them swiftly unto mine. 
 Flows sweetness ; and the light in thy young eyes 
 Is as a hope within me. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 And my work 
 Shall bring me nearer, since, if thou wert not, 
 I could not be ! My hands are tender yet, 
 My feet too lightly borne, my soul alive 
 With too much joy : I feel, but cannot teach. 
 And wander, guided by a shaft of light 
 That shall illumine knowledge as I need. 
 Whither, I question not : I only know 
 It touches thee, or thy far phantasm set 
 Where fades from earth the beam, so linking us 
 In one design. The first art thou to know, 
 The first to love me, — and wouldst first command ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 I have awaited thee a thousand years. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 I waited for my time. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Our blood thou hast : 
 So might Prometheus speak. But wilt thou, here 
 Where gray Tradition hews each separate stone, 
 And vainly gropes decrepit Faith to clutch 
 
Scene II.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 301 
 
 The outflown Deity, transform the shrine 
 Where He, so starved by penance, comes no more, 
 But elsewhere stays until His feast be spread ? 
 Some natural odor of the happy earth 
 Breaks in with thee : the arches clasp above 
 With leafy lightness of the summer boughs : 
 The oriel drops rose-leaves, and the font, 
 Bubbling and brightening with an inward life, 
 Spins up in silver, tinkling as it falls. 
 What hast thou done ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 At first I took away 
 The High-Priest's mitre, long since threadbare grown, 
 Eaten by moths, dust-soiled and shapeless. He, 
 As one forgetful, sought, then seemed to wear. 
 And with a customed hand to set aright, — 
 Then missed, forgot again. His ephod, next. 
 Of fine-twined linen, scarlet, blue and gold, 
 The girdle and the breast-plate of the tribes, 
 I hid from further use, — a sorer loss. 
 Awhile in his bewildered looks betrayed 
 And halting speech ; but now he scarce recalls 
 That such things were nor could be otherwise. 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 What next ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 What still remains ; and — now — I do ! 
 (Agathon removss the tablet with the rayed triangle, takes the 
 Ark of the Covenant from the top of the altar, aiid conceals 
 them.) 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 The Cross endures. 
 
302 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Till some diviner type 
 Of man that loves and gives himself for men, 
 Shall plant his emblem ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 O'er it, set a star, — 
 Beneath, a sphere ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Man must invent his own ; 
 And this, that his far memory antedates, — 
 Descended with him from the world's cold roof, 
 Where, past the Indian peaks, on high Pamere 
 His race was cradled, — from a single death 
 Took sanctity forever ! Whether mine 
 Be star or sphere, it is not mine to choose ; 
 For I must pass ere I am known of men. 
 Who seeing, hearing, loving me, perchance, 
 Behold the brother, not the future god ! 
 
 \Exeiint. 
 
 Scene III. 
 
 The court of a grand, dusky temple, with beams as of cedar- 
 wood, supported l>y gilded pillars. At the farther end, a 
 veil, through ivhich scidptured cherubim are indistinctly seen. 
 On each side are thrones, overlaid with gold, set in the in- 
 terspaces of the colonnades. 
 
 PROMETHEUS (solus). 
 
 The sportive genii of illusive form. 
 
 Of hidden color and divided ray, 
 
 Have built me this, the ampler counterfeit 
 
 Of thine, O Solomon ! that lifted up 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 303 
 
 Moriah into flashing pinnacles, 
 
 And spoiled umbrageous Lebanon to roof 
 
 Its courts with cedar ! Less than air is mine, 
 
 The ghost of thy barbaric fane, yet meet 
 
 To hold the ghosts that deem themselves alive, 
 
 As in a truce of spirit, when the Dead 
 
 Float gray and moth-like through their wonted rooms, 
 
 Are shaped in dusky nooks to living eyes. 
 
 And send the hollow semblance of a voice 
 
 To living ears, — the law that parts them both 
 
 Being all inviolate. Such unconscious truce 
 
 I now proclaim, as ever in large minds 
 
 Holds back the narrower passion, and decides. 
 
 The conflicts of the earth must sometimes pause. 
 
 Breathless : some hour of weariness must come 
 
 When each fierce Power inspects its battered mail, 
 
 The old blade reforges, or picks out a new. 
 
 While measuring with a dim and desperate eye 
 
 The limbs of Man's new champion. Agathon ! 
 
 Thy soul is yet outside the fiery lists : 
 
 The trumpet hath not called thee: as a child 
 
 Thou waitest, but the wisdom of a child 
 
 Must first be spoken. From their seats of rule 
 
 I summon them whom thou shalt meet, — and thee ! 
 
 King of the glorious reign. 
 To whom thy glory slain 
 Returned for all men's gain, — 
 Queen of the triple crown. 
 Whose haughty eyes look down 
 From heights of old renown, — 
 Priest, that wast sent to be 
 Deliverer, but mak'st free 
 Only who follow thee, — 
 Muse, that hast grown so high 
 
304 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 Through the unmeasured sky, 
 
 Man knows thee but to die, — 
 
 Come, or the phantom send, 
 
 Commissioned to defend ! 
 {The forms — or phantasms — <?/" BuDDHA, Medusa, Cal- 
 CHAS and Urania appear, and seat themselves upon opposite 
 thrones. Agathon enters and advances to the centre of the 
 temple-court.) 
 
 BUDDHA {dreamily). 
 Across my bliss of Self absorbed in All, 
 And only conscious as a speck of dust 
 Is of its Earth, there creeps such faintest thrill 
 As to the lotus-bulb or rose's root 
 Strikes downward from the sweetness of the flower, — 
 The sign that somewhere in the outlived world 
 A God-selected soul is ripe to ask 
 A question that compels reply. I wake, 
 As one that, hammock-cradled under palms 
 Beside a tropic river, drinks the breath 
 Of clove and cinnamon orchards, seaward blown, 
 And through the half- transparence of his lids 
 Sees from the golden-gray of afternoon 
 The sunset's amber flush, but never fade. 
 Art thou, fair Boy, the questioner .? Thine eyes 
 Demand Life's secret : learn thou to renounce, 
 And grow, renouncing, sure of Deity ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 But I accept, — even all this conscious life 
 Gives in its fullest measure, — gladness, health, 
 Clean appetite, and wholeness of my claim 
 To knowledge, beauty, aspiration, power ! 
 Joy follows action, here ; and action bliss, 
 Hereafter ! While, God-killed, thy children sleep, 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 305 
 
 Mine, God-aroused, shall wake to wander on 
 Through spheres thy slumbrous essence never dreamed. 
 Thy highest is my lowest ! 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 So speaks Youth, 
 That fans a calenture in spirits light : 
 With such I deal not, but its answering chill. 
 What refuge hast thou for the weary soul 
 That says : " My feet are bleeding ; carry me, 
 And I will serve thee " ? Fretful is the race, 
 And breaks its playthings like a petted child. 
 But, looking backward o'er the heritage 
 That makes me holy, thee nor like of thee 
 Do I perceive : whose warrant sent thee here ? 
 If Man's half-lost and consecrated Past 
 Thou canst restore, be welcome ! — otherwise 
 New heresy and hate are born of thee. 
 Lo ! my commands are heard ; I do not change ; 
 Nay, though the headlong world transform itself 
 And speak strange tongues, in me all truth begins, 
 In me is finished ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 {Advancing to the foot of Medusa's throne.) 
 Wake, O Sorceress, 
 Caught fast in thine own toils ! Wash thy filmed eyes 
 And look around thee ! Why, what things are these ? 
 Terror is gone from men, and Ignorance 
 Girds his weak loins, and all usurping hands 
 Of mediation grope for lost appeals, 
 Since that dread simulacrum thou didst frame 
 From breath of prayer, and altar-smoke, and gold, 
 Falls, and is God no more ! A thousand years 
 Have passed since thou, in plenitude of power, 
 20 
 
3o6 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 Didst set thy house in order, smile well-pleased, 
 And softly say : " Now may I sleep awhile ! " 
 Yea, though the night-lamp bearing, thou hast walked 
 The chambers to and fro, 't was still in sleep. 
 And drowsed from changes of the sunlit life 
 Outside, till all thy Past slid down, and drifts 
 Where now it harms not : waken, if thou canst I 
 
 MEDUSA [starting). 
 What place is this ? Who else is throned, where I 
 Alone am crowned ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Let them declare ! 
 
 CALCIIAS. 
 
 {Lifting his hand mechanically to his broio, then suddenly reC' 
 
 ol Ice ting.) 
 
 No crown 
 He needs to wear whom happy followers love ; 
 And unto these have I enlarged my gifts 
 Even as their souls discovered and desired. 
 I hold them not from seeking, but above 
 High wills and actions set the highest Good, 
 His gift, not mine. I war but with their pride 
 That, looking inward, finds too clear a light. 
 Too large a license, — looking upward, sees 
 A Deity too dim for mortal sense. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Nay, Priest ! — thou warrcst with pure intelligence 
 That rays allwhither from its central flame, 
 And reaches God on Power's or Beauty's side, 
 As on Devotion's ! Since thou wast content 
 With One whose human spite and jealousy, 
 
Scene III.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 307 
 
 Though veiled by later love, still shows the badge 
 Of clanship, men have passed thy visible fanes 
 To kneel in that invisible, whose wide walls 
 Surround all tribes, all upward-lifted lives, 
 All downward driven by ignorance and wrong. 
 Who reigns there sits above thy reach of soul : 
 Denial cannot 'scape Him, sacrilege stray 
 Beyond His pity, nor by any path 
 The seeking spirit miss ! 
 
 Save, indeed, 
 He be not else than universal Force, 
 And all His worship out of fibres born. 
 That, changing texture, change Him unto Man. 
 What eye hath known Him ? What fine instrument 
 Hath found, as 't were a planet yet unseen, 
 His place among the balance of the stars ? 
 But selfish fancy and insatiate love. 
 Chilled by almighty Law, demand to feel 
 A human heart-beat somewhere in the void, 
 And rescue their imagined essences, 
 Distinct and conscious, from eternal dust ! 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 That selfish fancy and insatiate love 
 
 Are thine, not knowing ! Thou, without thy will. 
 
 Art the most glorious of the hosts that serve, 
 
 Proclaimer of the measureless scheme divine 
 
 That makes men tremble ! In that universe 
 
 Thy lore hath found for His activity 
 
 Earth's petty creeds fall off as wintered leaves, 
 
 When April swells the bud of new. Men grow, 
 
 But not beyond their hearts, — possess, enjoy, 
 
 Yet, being dependent, ever must believe ; 
 
3o8 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 So with thy knowledge rises Him believed, 
 Shakes off as rags what once were holy names, 
 Treads under foot as crackling potsherds all 
 The symbols of old races, with one breath 
 Puffs into air defilement of their hates, 
 And stands alone, too awful to be named ! 
 This is thy service. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Hast thou aught to ask ? 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 Verily, one seed is Truth's ; but they who clip 
 The sprouting plant to hedge their close domains, 
 How should they know its grace of natural boughs 
 And blossoms bursting to the startled sun ? 
 I ask them naught, fore-hearing their repHes. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Forces that work, or dream ; 
 Shadows that are, or seem ; 
 Whether your spell sublime 
 Fades at the touch of Time, 
 Or from the ages ye 
 Take loftier destiny, — 
 I, of the primal date 
 As of the final fate, 
 Having compelled, release : 
 DejDart, but not in peace ! 
 ( TTiefourJigiires disappear from the thrones. Prince DeukA- 
 LION mid Pyrrha enter the court of the temple. ) 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 O Son, thou last and sweetest hope for us, 
 Since men shall clasp thy truth in loving thee ; 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 309 
 
 Where tarriest thou ? The vault of golden air 
 Above thy meadows, knowing thee no more, 
 Is emptied of delight : the scattered homes. 
 Wherein thy face was precious, yearn and wait : 
 The cities and the highways of the earth 
 That know thee not, yet having seen thee, miss, 
 Are calling on thy name. Lo ! we have sought, — 
 I and thy father, — sorrowing, for thee. 
 
 AGATHON. 
 
 How is it that ye sought me ? Wist ye not 
 That I must be about my Father's work .'' 
 
 Scene IV. 
 
 A vast, natural platform, thrust forward from the extremity of a 
 moitntaiii-chain. Up07i it rise the unfinished zvalls of an edi- 
 fice, only half the pillars of the facade being lifted into place ; 
 yet every block suggests the harmony of the complete design. 
 Beyottd it the height falls away into broad terraces, the first 
 dotted with woods of oak and chestnut trees, those below with 
 fig, olive, and fields of vine, and finally sinking through 
 orange groves to the palms and tamarinds of a great plain, 
 divided by an inlet of the sea. Prometheus, Pandora, 
 Epimetheus, Prince Deukalion and Pyrrha, on the 
 marble steps leading to the portal. 
 
 We know ourselves. 
 
 EPIMETHEUS. 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 And love ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 And work as one ! 
 
3IO PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 Divided by the Gods that portioned out 
 
 Parts of a single destiny to each, — 
 
 Divided by the darkness of the race 
 
 That sees in fragments, and by highest Will, 
 
 Forerunning Time so far with prophecy 
 
 That even hope grows faint, and faith benumbed, 
 
 We stand united now ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Thou in design, 
 We in fulfilment ; what is Time, henceforth ? 
 I know thee as the Titan who defied 
 Man's violent Gods, defending Man's own right. 
 And who, foreseeing triumph in the end, 
 Hast never made surrender. What I am 
 Is thine : I am thy form of victory, 
 First kindled with the stolen fire of heaven, 
 To make all wisdom, worship, power, faith, joy, 
 And beauty, one ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 And thou, my daughter pure, 
 My Pyrrha,*fear not thou that this shall be. 
 Till Woman owns her equal half of life, 
 And, following some supernal instinct, finds 
 Her half of Godhead ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 'T is not hers to doubt. 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Once did we walk the earth unseen ; but now 
 Men pause, and with a holy, sweet surmise 
 Behold us dimly : Pyrrha, Deukalion 
 Grow dear to many an eye that looks afar, 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 311 
 
 And vanish in the nearness. Brother, thou, 
 Whose mind reversed interprets all the Past 
 And so o'erlooks the Future, even as one 
 That scales a mount between two mighty vales, — 
 Who readest thus Faith's awful secrets, — thou 
 Art loved and feared ; but still our perfect day 
 Sleeps in the womb of an unrisen morn. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 [On the terrace below, singing.) 
 Where the arch of the rock is bended, 
 
 Warm, and hid from the dew, 
 Slumber the sheep I tended, 
 
 All the sweet night through. 
 Never a wolf affrights them 
 
 Here, in the pasture's peace, 
 But the tender grass delights them. 
 
 And the shadows cool their fleece. 
 
 I blow, as a downy feather, 
 
 The sleep on my eyelids laid. 
 And rise in the twilight weather. 
 
 Between the glow and the shade. 
 Too blest the hour has made me 
 
 For a speech the tongue may know, 
 But my happy flute shall aid me. 
 
 And speak to my love below ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 These simple lives may own contentment now, 
 Unscared ; for happiness it is that gives 
 Sweet savor unto worship. Men, as trees, 
 Take from the elements their separate food 
 And grow in concord with the season's will, — 
 Exempt not yet, unsheltered even as these 
 
312 PRINCE DEUKALTON. [Act IV. 
 
 From fated evils, gnawing drouth at root, 
 
 Bough-shattering winds, the lightning's sudden spear, 
 
 And blackest ruin, when the forest's heart 
 
 Breaks in the vortex of the hurricane ! 
 
 But each discerns his place, or, failing it. 
 
 Is gently guided, — honors, in himself. 
 
 Symmetric health and noble appetites 
 
 He once insulted, — hears the choric chant, 
 
 Unenvious of the singer's golden throat. 
 
 And smiles when Genius speaks, as who should say : 
 
 " He knows me, and his mighty words are mine." 
 
 SHEPHERDESS. 
 {Singing in the valley.) 
 Uncover the embers ! 
 With pine-cone and myrtle 
 My breath shall enkindle 
 
 The sacred Fire ! 
 Arise through the stillness 
 My shepherd's blue signal. 
 And bear to his mountain 
 
 The valley's desire ! 
 The olive-tree bendeth ; 
 The grapes gather purple ; 
 The garden in sunshine 
 
 Is ripe to the core : 
 Then smile as thou sleepest. 
 His fruit and my blossom ; 
 There 's peace in the chamber, 
 
 And song at the door ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 The suns of milder centuries must gild 
 
 The snow of this young marble, ere one block 
 
 Shall cap the pediment, and flash to heaven 
 
Scene IV.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 313 
 
 Its finished glory ! Oft the laborers 
 
 Shall pause, grown weary of the vast design ; 
 
 Oft shall old apathy return, old strife 
 
 Shake like a chained volcano 'neath the sea ; 
 
 But ere men change it, every stone shall turn 
 
 To adamant, or rise by hands of air ! 
 
 As from the evangels of all races God 
 
 Begins to be, the tongues of every race, 
 
 Quiring a strain that silences the stars, 
 
 Alone can worship Him ! Not yet Earth hears 
 
 More than the quarriers' and the builders' hymns. 
 
 CHANT. 
 {From the opposite side.) 
 
 Fashion your chisels well 
 With the steel from a hero's hand, 
 
 Who conquered, as he fell, 
 The freedom of a land ! 
 
 Forge, out of chains that break, 
 Hammers and clamps alone ; 
 
 And cut from a martyr's stake 
 A wand to mete the stone ! 
 
 But sing, as ye work, a strain 
 Of joy and of triumph pure, 
 
 Of deeds that were not in vain. 
 And blessings that most endure, — 
 
 As a hope and a happier grace 
 Round the lives of duty poured ; 
 
 And the stone shall find its place 
 In the Temple of the Lord ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Quick, fiery thrills, which only are not pangs 
 Because so warm and welcome, pierce my frame. 
 As were its airy substance suddenly 
 
314 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 Clothed on with flesh ; the ichor in my veins 
 Begins to redden with the pulse of blood, 
 And, from the recognition of the eyes 
 That now behold me, something I receive 
 Of Man's incarnate beauty. Thou, as well, 
 Confessest this bright change : across thy cheeks 
 A faintest wild-rose color comes and goes, 
 And, on thy proud lips, Pyrrha, sits a flame ! 
 Oh, we are nearer ! — not suffice me now 
 The touch of marble hands, reliance cold, 
 And Destiny's pale promises of love ; 
 But, clasping thee as mortal passion clasps 
 Bosom to bosom, let my being thus 
 Assure itself, and thine ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 Thine eyes compel ; 
 Thy words are as a wind that bends me down, 
 And thou art beautiful as I to thee. 
 What holds me back ? Is it that I perceive, 
 O Titan Mother, thy reproving face. 
 Immortal patience consecrates, and haste. 
 That pours too soon the beaker of the Gods, 
 Must ever trouble ? Aid me with thy words ! 
 
 PANDORA. 
 
 Take counsel of thy heart ! The Gods themselves 
 Have seasons to rejoice ; when happier eyes 
 Illume their ether, and unwonted lips 
 Meet, and their large refreshment falls on men. 
 Think what thou art, then follow thy desire ! 
 
 (Pyrrha muses a tnoment, then turns towai-ds Prince Deu- 
 KALION. He clasps her to his breast, and they kiss each 
 other.) 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 315 
 
 Scene V. 
 
 The Same. 
 SPIRITS OF DAWN. 
 
 Hark ! has the Sun-god's Hour 
 Smitten her cymbals, dreaming him nigh ? 
 We are called by a sound, and sped by a power, 
 
 To break the sleep of the sky ! 
 
 ^olian echoes blow 
 From the fourfold realms of the air. 
 And a torch, not ours, with a mightier glow 
 
 Burns where the East is bare ! 
 
 We hasten, we scatter the cloud : 
 We quench the beam of the great white star ; 
 
 But the paean is over-loud, 
 And the splendor comes from afar ! 
 
 It flushes our halls of rest. 
 
 As the sun were a rose in hue. 
 And it paints the Earth, as she bares her breast 
 
 To the emptied urns of the dew. 
 {Sound 0/ yEolian harps ; the face of Eos appears^ 
 
 EOS. 
 Is this mine Earth ? 
 The many-headlanded, the temple-crowned, 
 Which the great purple sea so whispered round, 
 
 When earlier Gods had birth ? 
 
 Mine Earth, I loved so well, 
 Rejoiced in, as it welcomed me, 
 And fed with unexhausted hydromel, 
 ' While the young race was free ! 
 
 I know its curving strands. 
 Its dimpling hollows, bosom-budding hills ; 
 I scent large fragrance of the life that fills 
 
31 6 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 The joined or parted lands. 
 Old hopes, and sweetest, burn again ; 
 Old words are stammering on my tongue : 
 Was it your lips that kissed, Immortal Twain, 
 Or is Tithonus young ? 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 As a gift unsought ; 
 
 As a joy unbought ; 
 
 As a fair hope fed 
 
 From a hope that is dead ; 
 
 As a diadem set 
 
 When the brows forget, — 
 
 Thou, the dearest, 
 
 Uncalled, appearest ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 Eyes of hope, and promise-laden 
 
 Lips, that smile before they speak, 
 Are they thine, divinest Maiden, 
 
 Blushing morning from thy cheek? 
 Unto prayer thy face denying, 
 Unto deed at last replying, 
 Linger near, and turn not from us 
 Present bliss and holier promise ! 
 
 In the glory thou unfoldest. 
 
 Tranced with music of thy tongue. 
 Young is all that once was oldest, 
 
 Love and Faith and Will are young ! 
 Stay with us ! — thy smile assuages 
 Pangs bequeathed by weary ages, 
 And thine eyes are sweet forewarning 
 Of the world's eternal morning ! 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 317 
 
 GiEA. 
 
 The blushes of thy cheeks descend on me, 
 Thy glance is glorious upon my mountains : 
 I breathe in ampler wind and prouder sea, 
 And beat, strong-pulsed, thro' mine unnumbered fount- 
 ains. 
 Though filled with seeds of unimagined powers, 
 I cannot spare my beauty : now, from thee 
 Fresh silver stars the dewy-beaded flowers, 
 And rosy mists the fading forelands cover, 
 Until, far northward, thou dost pour 
 The rainbow's dust on every ice-built shore. 
 To make even sun-forgetting Death thy lover ! 
 
 Am I not fair ? — yea, though thy face should bow 
 
 Thus near and fond, and find no child that knew thee : 
 
 But, having nursed Humanity as thou, 
 
 I feel what pure, prophetic rapture drew thee. 
 
 Stay thou with men ; take not away thy hope, 
 
 The endless answer to an endless vow : 
 
 Touch only, here, the risen Temple's cope, 
 
 And every glen and darksome lowland alley 
 
 Shall hail it as a herald ray. 
 
 And wait in happier patience for the day 
 
 When morning's mountain-gold shall flood the valley ! 
 
 EOS. 
 
 Another must fulfil : 
 
 I am the promise, not the will. 
 Men dimly guess, through me. 
 
 The distant glories that may be, 
 Renewed, as each grows pale 
 
 In coming, through my roseate veil. 
 But, seeming o'erpowered 
 
 When sunrise is strong, 
 
3l8 PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV. 
 
 Faith, Courage, Devotion, 
 
 My being prolong ! 
 I fade, for the coward ; 
 
 I flame, for the bold ; 
 And noble emotion 
 
 My face shall behold. 
 I grow from their yearning 
 
 As they from my vision, — 
 No longer the Eos 
 
 Of spaces Elysian, 
 But ever returning 
 
 With promise sublime, — 
 First victor o'er Chaos, 
 
 And last over Time ! 
 
 PYRRHA. 
 
 To the gracious heart of Woman and the love that 
 
 fondly bends, 
 Thou hast given the juster manhood that shelters it 
 
 and defends : 
 For the Man's immortal ardor and the breadth of his 
 
 soul's demand. 
 Thou hast set the woman beside him, and weaponed 
 
 her equal hand ; 
 
 As the palm by the palm in beauty, the female and the 
 
 male. 
 When the south-winds mix their blossoms, and the 
 
 date-sheaf cannot fail ; 
 For one is the glory of either, since the primal Fate 
 
 began 
 To guide to a single Future Earth'.s double-natured 
 
 Man! 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 319 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 (F7-om ike valleys.) 
 
 Mother, thy work hath blessed us ! 
 Honored, we wear thy cestus ; 
 Honored, we lay it aside. 
 Crowned with the bliss of the bride ; 
 Honored, we loose from eclipse, 
 Unto the sweetness of lips 
 Sweeter for innocent need, 
 Moons of the bosoms that feed ! 
 Tender, for difference' sake, 
 Serve us man's haughtier powers ; 
 Strength from his being we take, 
 But to restore it from ours ! 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 In the kiss of our lips that reddened 
 
 With a perfect passion's dawn. 
 Met the bliss pure women yearn for, 
 And the noble truth men burn for. 
 When the youthful fancy is deadened, 
 
 But the human heart beats on ! 
 
 By the light of the dawn within them 
 
 Their weakness my children see, 
 And Self and its greeds are broken 
 By the longing that dares be spoken. 
 And the warmth of the deeds that win them 
 
 The courage to be free ! 
 
 Still shy is the best endeavor 
 
 That hath set its goal so high ; 
 But Good, when the heart betrays it. 
 And Love, by the lives that praise it, 
 
32 o PRINCE DEUKALION. [Act IV 
 
 Shall cradle the earth forever 
 
 In the arms of a happier sky ! 
 
 (From the valleys.) 
 We hear thee and know thee, Father ! 
 
 As a flock the Shepherd leads, 
 We follow to thy pastures 
 
 Of great and generous deeds. 
 Though suns to come may brand us 
 
 And sudden frosts may blight ; 
 And Crime, the prowling were- wolf, 
 
 Steal on us in the night ; 
 Though Self, that builds unwearied. 
 
 May stain the purer will, 
 Or Apathy, slowly dying 
 
 Of his own mortal chill ; 
 Yet thou hast healing fountains 
 
 Replenished from above. 
 In heart, brain, soul, renewing 
 
 The triple strength of love ! 
 Planted through all the ages 
 
 Thy trees shall yield us food, 
 And goldening for our harvest 
 
 Shall grow the natural Good ! 
 
 PROMETHEUS. 
 
 Retrieve perverted destiny ! 
 'T is this shall set your children free. 
 The forces of your race employ 
 To make sure heritage of joy ; 
 Yet feed, with every earthly sense, 
 Its heavenly coincidence, — 
 That, as the garment of an hour ; 
 This, as an everlasting power. 
 
Scene V.] PRINCE DEUKALION. 321 
 
 For Life, whose source not here began, 
 
 Must fill the utmost sphere of Man, 
 
 And, so expanding, lifted be 
 
 Along the line of God's decree, 
 
 To find in endless growth all good, — 
 
 In endless toil, beatitude. 
 
 Seek not to know Him ; yet aspire 
 
 As atoms toward the central fire ! 
 
 Not lord of race is He, afar, — 
 
 Of Man, or Earth, or any star, 
 
 But of the inconceivable All ; 
 
 Whence nothing that there is can fall 
 
 Beyond Him, — but may nearer rise, 
 
 Slow-circling through eternal skies. 
 
 His larger life ye cannot miss, 
 
 In gladly, nobly using this. 
 
 Now, as a child in April hours 
 
 Clasps tight its handful of first flowers, 
 
 Homeward, to meet His purpose, go ! — 
 
 These things are all ye need to know. 
 
 THE END. 
 
NOTES. 
 
THE PROPHET. 
 
 The plan for the Prophet was conceived as far back as 
 1866 or 1867. The drama was not written*, however, until 
 1873. A curious circumstance connected with it is, that about 
 the same time Mr. T. B. Aldrich had formed a similar plan 
 for a drama, which, after having given up all intention of 
 working it out himself, he communicated to Bayard Taylor 
 whilst walking with him one day in the streets of Boston. 
 The latter at that time had almost entirely completed his own 
 plan in his mind, and was startled to find that he and his 
 friend had both busied themselves with the same theme. 
 
 In 1872 he left this country for a stay of two years in Eu- 
 rope. It was meant for rest, after the completion of his 
 Faust-translation had made recreation from work and study 
 necessary for him. But his ever active brain would not let 
 him rest, when he might have done so. It was one of his sea- 
 sons of song, over which, as to time, he had no control, and 
 the poetic faculty claimed its dues. Hardly had he arrived 
 on the other side of the Ocean, and refreshed himself some- 
 what at the baths of Bormio, in the Italian Tyrol, where he 
 was sent to recruit, when he wrote the poem of " Lars," in the 
 autumn of that year. The following year, after exhausting 
 literary labors, the plan for the Prophet presented itself again 
 to his mind, and would not leave him until it found utter- 
 ance. 
 
 It was at the end of August, during a short stay at Gotha, 
 Germany, that the first scenes were written. In the month of 
 September the first Act was completed, and the second Act 
 
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 begun. Then came the " Autumn Days," at Weimar, in the 
 course of which, during the months of October and Novem- 
 ber, the drama was continued. The editor at that time was 
 in almost daily correspondence with the poet, and was ena- 
 bled by references in his letters to follow closely the growth 
 of the poem under his pen. On October iSth he wrote : " I 
 have nothing more to send you, for I shall bring the new 
 scenes with me. I write something, whether much or little, 
 every day, and find it the only way to prevent the Goethe-in- 
 terests from interrupting me. I want to go on with the main 
 action while I am possessed with it." So much, indeed, was 
 he possessed with his work, that it went on involuntarily in 
 the midst of social engagements, researches, and visits paid to 
 neighboring towns. On the railway to Gotha, on November 
 9th, the second stanza of Livia's song (Scene IV. of Act IV.) 
 was composed and noted down in pencil. In the middle of 
 October, after having completed Act IV., he resolved not to 
 begin Act V. until a week later, when he expected to have a 
 few quiet days at Gotha. But before getting there, on No- 
 vember iSth, he wrote: "I began Act V. last evening — 
 could n't help it. To-day, D. V., I shall finish Scene II. 
 There 's no use of waiting, while I am in the humor to write." 
 
 The last two scenes of the drama were written during a 
 visit to the editor at Leipzig, on November 24th and 25th. 
 The diary of the latter says on the former of these days : " B. 
 came at noon, and sat down at once to write the last scene but 
 one of the Prophet." On the 25th it says : " He wrote the last 
 scene in the forenoon. It is quite time the work should cease, 
 for his nervous system has been considerably strained by it." 
 
 Whilst Bayard Taylor was so intensely occupied by this 
 drama in Germany, there came a letter from New York, writ- 
 ten by his friend, Mr. E. C. Stedman, in which literature, and 
 especially poetry, were largely discussed, and wherein this 
 sentence occurred : " I strongly advise you to try a dramatic 
 poem on a strictly American subject." It was just what he 
 was then doing. 
 
 The subject of the Prophet is in fact so thoroughly Ameri- 
 can that its realism has been made a reproach by the critics. 
 
NOTES. 327 
 
 We have the farm-life and talk ; the camp-meeting — so es- 
 sentially American ; the religious element which, in the ab- 
 sence of other themes of interest beyond farm matters, enters 
 to so large a degree into the daily routine of American coun- 
 try-folks ; the emigrant train ; the development of a religious 
 sect, such as could take shape nowhere but in the unbounded 
 and untenanted West. 
 
 This latter circumstance led of itself to the adoption, in 
 some measure, of the Mormon history for the historical back- 
 ground of the drama. But the characters and the plot are 
 the poet's own, and have nothing to do with the Mormons, as 
 he himself stated. It was, in fact, a trial for him to find that 
 his design was misinterpreted, and that the critics would see 
 Joe Smith in David Starr, there being indeed nothing in com- 
 mon between them. The prototype for his hero which the 
 author had in his mind was rather the Rev. Edward Irving, 
 the founder of a sect in the first half of the present century, 
 which still exists in Scotland and in Germany. This sect be- 
 lieves in the miraculous renewal of the spiritual gifts bestowed 
 by the Apostles on the early Christians. The dramatic poem, 
 however, was worked out in the author's mind (to use his own 
 words) "without reference to that or any other sect. I de- 
 signed only to represent phases of spiritual development and 
 their external results, which are hardly possible in any other 
 country than ours. For the same reason, the tragic element 
 in the poem is placed chiefly in its moral and spiritual aspects, 
 rather than in the action." 
 
 Persons intimately acquainted with the Bible will read this 
 poem with a better understanding of the author's intention, 
 than others who are not familiar with the sacred book. Bay- 
 ard Taylor knew the Bible thoroughly, and in it, like Shelley, 
 " he took a great and peculiar interest." Scriptural allusions 
 abound in the Prophet ; the drama turns, indeed, on a literal 
 interpretation of the Biblical text, which grows out of the be- 
 lief that it is dictated by the Holy Spirit, and consequently 
 must be accepted as it stands. This belief (to use once more 
 the author's own words) " is the power which impels him 
 [David] ; and this is the Fate which makes the tragedy of his 
 life inevitable." 
 
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 In the camp-meeting scene, David comes in contact with 
 doctrinal Christianity, of whose preachers he says later, on 
 page 14 : — 
 
 " And are not all alike 
 Giving their husks of doctrine for His bread?" 
 
 and confronts it by his simple faith, which returns to the orig- 
 inal source, the Bible, for guidance and inspiration. But 
 there, in making the fatal mistake of seeing the letter only, 
 and not the spirit, he allows himself to be misled from the 
 outset, and thus is forced step by step to follow up his error 
 to its last developments, which cannot but destroy him. 
 
 The vision of David, after he has gone to the Wilderness 
 (Scene V., Act I.), is partly based on a personal experience 
 of the author, of which he tells in " At Home and Abroad," 
 vol. I, p. 146. Whilst travelling on horseback in California, 
 in 1S49, l^c lost his way near the foot-bills of the Sierra Ne- 
 vada. Night came on, and he was obliged to halt in a wooded 
 dell. He had taken no food for some time, and he lay down 
 supperless on the bare ground, taking the saddle for his pil- 
 low. The neighborhood being "famous for bears," he slept 
 but little. " I lay awake half an hour at a time," he relates, 
 " watching the culmination of the stars on the meridian line 
 of a slender twig over my head. It was perhaps an hour past 
 midnight, when, as I thus lay with open eyes, gazing into the 
 eternal beauty of Night, I became conscious of a deep, mur- 
 muring sound, like that of a rising wind A sti'ange 
 
 feeling of awe and expectation took possession of me. Not 
 a dead leaf stirred on the boughs ; while the mighty sound — 
 a solemn choral, sung by ten thousand voices — swept down 
 from the hills, and rolled away like retreating thunder over 
 the plain. It was no longer the roar of the wind. As in the 
 wandering prelude of an organ melody, note trod upon note 
 with slow, majestic footsteps, until they gathered to a theme, 
 and then came the words, simultaneously chanted by an im- 
 measurable host : ' Vivant terrestrice ! ' The air was filled 
 with the tremendous sound, which seemed to sweep near the 
 surface of the earth in powerful waves, without echo or rever- 
 beration," 
 
NOTES. 329 
 
 David in his monologue, spealdng of liis vision (page 23), 
 says : — 
 
 " The trees were filled with whispers ; and afar 
 Called voices not of man ; and then my soul 
 Went forth from me, and spread and grew aloft 
 Through parting lights — His arrows here and there, 
 Shot down on earth." 
 
 And farther on he continues thus : — 
 
 " The dark, invisible pillars of the sky- 
 Breathed like deep organ-pipes of awful sound : 
 A myriad myriad tongues the choral sang." 
 
 At the conclusion of his narrative the author says in expla- 
 nation of his own " wonderful visitation " : "I was undeni- 
 ably awake at the time, .... but I was fatigued, famished, 
 alone in the wilderness, awed by the solemnity and silence of 
 the night, — perhaps even more than I suspected, — and my 
 excited imagination, acting involuntarily and unconsciously to 
 myself, produced the illusion. I have often observed that 
 complete repose of the body, after great fatigue, is accom- 
 panied — when continued to a certain time — with a corre- 
 sponding repose of volition, a passive condition of the mind, 
 highly favorable to the independent action of the imagination. 
 Then, if ever, are we in a fit state to hear 
 
 ' The airy tongues that syllable man's names 
 On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.' " 
 
 The crashing of the rock at the end of Act I., when David 
 (page 37) says: "Be thou removed !" is an incident which 
 is said to have taken place during the preaching of the so- 
 called " Prophet " Matthias, who, in the early part of this 
 century, made a stir among the people of the State of New 
 York. 
 
 The "exercise" of the "gift of tongues" bestowed on 
 Livia, in Act II. (page 53), is analogous to an episode in the 
 career of the Rev. Edward Irving, who, when preaching in 
 London, in 1830, was suddenly interrupted by a lady, speak- 
 ing in a strange tongue. Thereupon the coming down of 
 tongues became so frequent an occurrence among the sect 
 
330 NOTES. 
 
 that he used to pause in his sermons at certain times, in order 
 to allow a fair chance to this manifestation of the Spirit. 
 
 In Act III. there occurs a passage which the author con- 
 sidered the most tragical one of the whole poem. . It is at the 
 conclusion of the Act (page 96), when Rhoda, alone, in the 
 depth of night, searches the New Testament in vain for the 
 text which she had thought must be there — the words that 
 would arm her against the new commandment which David 
 is to proclaim to the sect. But she does not find the truth 
 pointed out that would save her, the one lawful wife of the 
 man she loves, from being superseded by another ; — that 
 tvould make her husband shrink from committing the deep 
 wrong he is about to inflict, not upon her alone, but on woman- 
 kind. This one fatal omission in all the holy teachings left 
 her without a defer>ce, a prey to despair. All is lost to her 
 now. 
 
 In Act IV. the curse of sin, that one guilty step compels 
 another, has descended upon David. He is led to contem- 
 plate the taking of the life of a member of the council consid- 
 ered to be dangerous. Whilst he still debates with himself, 
 he falls into a re very, and soliloquizes (page 117), beginning 
 thus : — 
 
 " I see the poor beast"s eyes, 
 And that tremendous question hid in them, 
 I tried to answer." 
 
 This and the following lines commemorate a real event, which 
 was tragical enough, although merely concerning two favorite 
 dogs ; one large and most affectionate, the other young, small 
 and intelligent. By day they were constant companions of 
 the family, when at home on the farm, but at night they had 
 to sleep out of doors, to keep watch. One morning, early, 
 there came on the place a mad dog. He was seen by the 
 colored man in the act of springing upon little " Beppo " and 
 worrying him. There was no sign of bite or scratch on him, 
 or on poor " Picket," the large dog ; both, however, were put 
 in confinement, and as " Beppo," after a day or two, showed 
 some doubtful symptoms, the safety of the household and 
 the neighborhood seemed imperatively to demand the killing 
 
NOTES. 331 
 
 of both dogs. They were killed accordingly, but the last look 
 the poor beasts, who seemed to feel by instinct that they were 
 doomed, gave to their master and mistress, was never for- 
 gotten. The latter mourned for these poor animals, to whom 
 the)' had to act as Fate ; and the question came up between 
 them in those days, whether dumb cieatures, like these, do 
 not in some measure recognize in man that Providence to 
 which we ourselves bow down, even though we are not capa- 
 ble of fathoming it. The author in this passage set up an 
 expiatory monument to poor " Picket " and '' Beppo." 
 
 The simplicity of language and diction in the Pi-opJiet was a 
 part of the author's plan. He found it not easy to restrain' 
 himself and to tone down his characters from beginning to 
 end ; but he certainly proved his art in making the poem one 
 harmonious whole of subdued coloring. As to an acting play, 
 it was far from his intention to consider this drama as such. 
 His own words in this respect are : " It would simply be 
 an absurdity to attemot its representation upon the stage." 
 
 THE MASQUE OF THE GODS. 
 
 If chronologically ranked, this drama should have preceded 
 the Prophet, since it was written more than a year before the 
 latter was begun. The editor, however, has deemed it best 
 not to separate this dramatic poem from that which follows it, 
 because of its connection in theme and order of thought with 
 Prince Deiikalion. Although not intended to be such, the 
 A/asqiie of the Gods is a concordant prelude to the larger and 
 more important work. So close, indeed, is the intellectual 
 kinship of the two poems, that the former seems to strike the 
 opening chords, whilst the latter sets in full -toned, and with 
 orchestral power sweeps through its growing centuries. 
 
332 NOTES. 
 
 The Masque of the Gods, when it appeared, differed from 
 anything the author hitherto had sung. It touched upon a 
 much higher and loftier theme than had been chosen by him 
 before, though the poem of " Harpocrates," written in 1865, 
 already seemed to point in the direction that his mind and his 
 poetic faculty were to take. This drama marks the ripeness 
 of the new intellectual development which had been prepar- 
 ing itself in the author's mind. It came after his translation 
 of " Faust," that had taught him a masterly handling of form, 
 and after a long and rare season of congenial labor and study. 
 For several years past the volumes he " loved," — to which he 
 alludes in the "August Pastoral," — "the heartful, whisper- 
 ing pages," " the j'earning voice from the garden in Jena," 
 and the " answering voice from the park-side cottage in Wei- 
 mar," 
 
 — " the sentimental echo from chambers of office in Dresden, — 
 Yea, and the feebler and farther voices that sound in the pauses," 
 
 had been his intimate companions, and the close intercourse 
 with this august company had opened new avenues of thought, 
 and had imparted to his mind that largeness and universality 
 which characterize in so high a degree the latter years of his 
 life. 
 
 With this first of his dramas he ceased to sing to his old 
 audiences : — he now sang to himself and to the few who were 
 able to understand him. It was written whilst residing in 
 New York for the winter, in 1872. He had been obliged to 
 leave his temporary home in that city for a fortnight, in order 
 to fulfil some lecturing engagements in the West. When he 
 returned he brought with him, as the fruit of his lonely journey-, 
 ing from place to place, the plan for this dramatic poem, on 
 which he began work at once. He wrote the first scenes of it 
 on February 16th, and finished it three days afterwards, in the 
 evening. This was shortly before sailing for Europe, where 
 " Lars " was written in the autumn of the same year, and the 
 Prophet the year after. 
 
 The Masque of the Gods is the purely poetical expression of 
 one large thought, which had taken possession of the author's 
 
NOTES. ZIZ 
 
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 imagination, and which could not rest until uttered. It paints 
 the growth of the religious aspects and aspirations of the 
 human mind : — its steady spiritual advancement from the 
 worship of the rude forces of nature to a clearer perception 
 of the Deity. The Gods of old and the idols that find them- 
 selves set aside, correspond to respective degrees of civiliza- 
 tion over the world ; they are creations of flie human mind, 
 and became rulers over men and nations by right of those 
 moral powers and spiritual ideas which they personified to 
 the perception of mankind. They were allowed, as a part of 
 the great and universal all, to prepare the mind of man for the 
 dawning and perception of that higher truth which culminates 
 in the humble declaration on the last page of the poem : — 
 
 " We dare not name Thee, scarce dare pray to Thee." 
 
 There are lines of exquisite beauty all through the poem, — 
 lines which strike the ear with melody all their own ; but the 
 idea conveyed is greater than the rhythmical charm. The 
 entire last passage (pages i88 and 189), where Man speaks, is 
 full of ample suggestiveness. The lines, — 
 
 " If we look up 
 Beyond the shining form wherein Thy Love 
 Made holiest revelation, we must shade 
 Our eyes beneath the broadening wing of Doubt, 
 To save us from Thy splendor," 
 
 express so grand a thought, and one so original, that we can- 
 not help wondering why it was not pointed out in any of the 
 reviews of this poem, and of the " November Pastoral " ; for 
 it was first expressed in the latter, thus : — 
 
 " Be calm, for to doubt is to seek whom 
 None can escape, and the soul is dulled with an idle acceptance. 
 Crying, questioning, stumbling in gloom, thy pathway ascendeth; 
 They with the folded hands at the last relapse into strangers. 
 Over thy head, behold ! the wing with its measureless shadow 
 Spread against the light, is the wing of the Angel of Unfaith, 
 Chosen of God to shield the eyes of men from His glory." 
 
 The reference made to science, farther on in the same pas- 
 sage, is one of the links that connect this drama with the fol- 
 lowing larger one, where we see Urania taking an active part, 
 
334 NOTES. 
 
 not to mislead and confuse mankind, but to assist in conduct- 
 ing the human race towards the daybreak of a purified and 
 enlightened age. The _^/ia/c' of Man's speech, however, seems 
 to be the chance key-note, struck for the intonation of the 
 later drama : — 
 
 — "we 
 
 Are children still, we were mistaken oft, 
 
 Yet we believe that in some riper time 
 
 Thy perfect truth shall come." 
 
 PRINCE DEUKALION. 
 
 This drama was begun three years before the death of the 
 author, at a time which, to all seeming, would have been most 
 unpropitious to poetical production, especially of a purely 
 ideal character. Owing to recent circumstances, he was forced 
 to apply himself to hard, practical work. He had been for 
 months past on an extensive and very fatiguing lecturing-tour, 
 and during that time — the winter of 1S75 — the conception 
 of Prince Deukalion was matured in his mind, and the open- 
 ing monologue written on a day in March, whilst at home in 
 New York. From this time forth, the manuscript-book, in 
 which each scene was copied from the first carefully revised 
 draught, was his constant companion wherever he went, until 
 the whole poem was completed at noon, on October 7th, 1877. 
 
 After the completion of Act I., in May, 1875, the work 
 rested for a while, until, at the beginning of winter, and to- 
 wards the spring of the following year. Act II. was written 
 and Act III. begun. Of the latter, only two scenes were put 
 on paper then. Lecturing engagements and professional 
 work, and, later in the spring of 1S76, the honorable duty im- 
 posed upon the author of furnishing the Centeimial " Na- 
 tional Ode," prevented him from continuing his drama. Yet 
 there was still anothei* reason for the long pause that inter- 
 
NOTES. 335 
 
 vened before the poem was taken up again and brought to con- 
 clusion. A difficulty had presented itself to the poet at the 
 beginning of Act III., as to the elaboration of his conceived 
 idea, and, as was his wont, he waited until the lacking inspira- 
 tion should present itself, and help him to solve the problem 
 in his mind. It came to him at last, while on a visit on the 
 coast of New England, towards the end of August, 1877. 
 Work on the drama was resumed immediately after returning 
 to New York, and the whole was completed between Septem- 
 ber ist and October 7th. 
 
 The author at first intended to call his drama " Eos," but he 
 soon afterwards changed this title for the present one. His 
 hero, as he conceived him, being no common person, but an 
 exalted and regal character, he called him Prince Deuka- 
 lion, instead of Deukalion. He borrowed the names of Deu- 
 kalion and Pyrrha from the old Greek myth, to which he 
 adhered in a slight manner, but he was anxious at the same 
 time that they should not be identified with that ancient couple. 
 
 Whilst the drama was in progress, the author repeatedly 
 expressed his intention of wailing several years after he had 
 completed it, before he gave it to the public. About the time 
 the work was done, however, an earlier publication seemed to 
 be desirable for various reasons. All the different parts of 
 the drama had undergone several strict revisions, and had 
 been filed considerably. Some passages, indeed, had been 
 rewritten more than once before they would satisfy him. This 
 was not an unusual occurrence. He never published any 
 poem from a first draft, as his copiously corrected and rewrit- 
 ten manuscripts of poems show. He felt now that he had 
 done his best with this drama, and that he could not alter it 
 materially. But there was a still more urgent reason. It 
 seemed as though, all the world over, the intellectual atmos- 
 phere were pervaded with thought akin to that expressed in 
 this work ; and when two different poems appeared, touching 
 on the same subject, he became alarmed lest his idea should 
 be forestalled by the earlier publication of a work, similar to 
 his own in design and purpose, by some other author. 
 
 The first of these poems was a short one, which gave its 
 
33^ NOTES. 
 
 title to the whole "Volume of Verse." It is called "Au- 
 rora; " the author's name is not given. It appeared in 1875, 
 in London, but not till 1877 did it come into Bayard Taylor's 
 hands. The second was a German poem of some length, by 
 a new poet, Siegfried Lipiner. It is called " Prometheus Un- 
 bound," and was published at Leipzig in 1876. Bayard Tay- 
 lor's attention was called to this work in the autumn of 1S77, 
 after he had finished his own poem, by a review of it in the 
 " London Academy," which gave an extract that came very 
 strikingly near his own idea as incorporated in Prince Deiika- 
 lion. The volume was ordered from Germany, and a start- 
 ling resemblance between the two conceptions was discovered 
 in more than one place. This circumstance was of the great- 
 est weight with him, in deciding him to publish his drama in 
 the autumn of the following year ; and before he left for Ber- 
 lin, in the spring of 1878, he contrived to read the entire proof 
 for publication. 
 
 The author was aware that in this poem he addressed him- 
 self to a small class of readers, and he was resigned to it from 
 the first. Still, its lyric and rhythmical beauties are so varied 
 and manifold, that they might lure all lovers of poetry to pon- 
 der over the thought which is clad in such garments. In time 
 the idea underlying the poem will reveal itself to all thought- 
 ful readers, — there is no necessity for explaining it. What 
 the editor purposes to do in the following brief remarks, is to 
 elucidate a few poetical disguises, or allusions, for those not 
 familiar with them : — to throw some stray light on a passage 
 here and there, that might otherwise be considered dark. By 
 so doing we would not be thought to be wiser than most read- 
 ers ; we merely hope that, through our intimac}' with the work 
 during its progress, some informing light may have been im- 
 parted to us. 
 
 ACT I. 
 Page 205. 
 — yonder sitn were dim. 
 Save my torch enkindled him. 
 
 According to Hesiod, Eros was one of the original creative 
 Powers. 
 
NOTES. 337 
 
 Page 208. 
 Dost thoti recall — how long ago it seems ! — 
 Mine ancient glory ? 
 
 Pyrrha refers here to the elevated social position accorded 
 to woman in the civilization of ancient Egypt. We learn 
 from authentic sources, discovered in papyri and inscriptions, 
 that not only was woman considered the equal of man, but 
 that superior right and privilege was accorded to her in some 
 respects. A papyrus, preserved in the Louvre at Paris, tells 
 us that she had the right to hold property and dispose of it as 
 she pleased. In the inscriptions on the oldest monuments 
 she is frequently called the " Mistress of the House," and on 
 most of the paintings in tombs and on the papyri of the dead, 
 man and wife sit side by side, — oftentimes with their arms 
 put around each other, — as being united in true and lasting 
 wedlock. 
 
 Page 210. 
 
 Heiress of gifts interpreted as woe. 
 The gifts here referred to are those wherewith the gods and 
 goddesses endowed Pandora, when she was sent down from 
 Olympus to entice Prometheus to wed her. 
 
 Page 214. 
 
 — despair 
 Should the defiant God within us fail — 
 The defiant God can be no other than Prometheus, who 
 stole the fire from heaven to kindle the soul of Man, which 
 brought down on him the wrath of the Gods. After his 
 atonement for this daring act — when Hercules had liberated 
 him from his tortures — he was admitted into the assembly of 
 the Gods, on Mount Olympus. 
 
 Page 216. 
 — he, with the bended brow 
 And parted waves of his luxuriant hair. 
 Shall yield his shadowy forehead to the thorn 
 And take a holier name, 
 22 
 
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 In the National Museum at Naples there is a beautiful 
 bronze head, said to be that of Plato, which answers to this 
 description. It was found at Herculaneum, and the resem- 
 blance between it and the typical head of Christ is very strik- 
 ing. 
 
 Pages 219 and 220. 
 
 Since iJiou, adrift, 
 And that immortal woman by thy side 
 Floated above submerged barbarity. 
 
 In these lines and the following an allusion is made to 
 that part of the ancient myth which clings to the names of 
 Deukalion and Pyrrha. They, because alone righteous, were 
 saved when the flood came to destroy all other human beings. 
 
 In the fifth line of the same passage, Prometheus clearly 
 and distinctly points out the significance of the hero of the 
 drama, whilst in the following line he alludes to Pandora, his 
 spouse, who stands in the same relation to Woman as he to 
 Man. Pandora's " deed," means, of course, her opening the 
 forbidden casket from which escaped all the evils with which 
 the human race has been afflicted ever since. 
 
 A little farther on, the line, — 
 
 Take one new comfort, Epimctheus lives ! 
 
 brings us suddenly face to face with one of the subtler ideas 
 of the poem. For those who have been following the won- 
 derful progress of human knovA'ledge, the lighting up of dark 
 ages, in our own days, it ought not to be difficult to see what 
 is meant in Epimetheus. A long vista into the Past has been 
 opened before our amazed eyes by discoveries and researches, 
 until we see our race almost young again. But Epimetheus 
 is not merely an intellectual force : he is also an ethical 
 power. If Prometheus — will, aspiration, genius — leads us 
 onward and upward, Epimetheus, through perception of and 
 insight into all that is past without us and within us, gives us 
 self-knowledge, which is the awakening of the soul — its re- 
 juvenescence. 
 
NOTES. 
 
 339 
 
 Page 222. 
 
 — though she, who now my place 
 Usiirps, takes Egypt's serpatts for the Gods. 
 This allusion to Eve is made in the spirit of the Titan's 
 spouse, who feels deeply the wrong done her in imputing 
 the blame of all the sin and evil of the world to her. In this 
 spirit she sets herself up as the prototype of the Mosaic Eve, 
 who was tempted, not like herself, by the Gods, but by the 
 serpent, which, in the most ancient lore of Egypt, represents 
 sin and wickedness under the name of Apep. She then adds 
 scornfully — 
 
 And eats the apple, not on Ida's hill I 
 referring to that other apple of old renown which caused the 
 war and the destruction of Troy. 
 
 Page 223. 
 
 — whose heart 
 Dreams back Tithomis and dear early love. 
 Eos, who heralds the morning with the splendors of Dawn, 
 is one of the most soulful conceptions of the Greek mythol- 
 ogy. Dr. Emil Braun, in his " Grieckische Gotterlehre;' says 
 of her: "She gives rise to elementary phenomena 'which 
 prove distinctly that in her we have no frosty allegory, but 
 that we see before us incorporated the ideal aurora, who at 
 every recurring break of morning is greeted with holy awe by 
 every living creature." It would have been impossible for 
 the Greek mind to imagine a being like her without an ethical 
 background. To it she was instinct with life and warmth and 
 passion. Wherever she appears she is love-compelling and 
 victorious. Her earliest love was Orion, the beautiful youth 
 — the pupil of the Palestra. But he was a mortal, and fell a 
 prey to age ; he was lost to her. Her love then turns to Ti- 
 thonus, who is represented with a lyre, as a favorite of the 
 Muses. For him she besought the gift of immortality, which 
 Zeus granted. Unluckily, however, she forgot to ask at the 
 same time that eternal youth be bestowed on him. When he 
 
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 grew old and weak with age, he grew a burden to her, and 
 she at last, for very pity, turned him into a cricket. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 In the " Contents " which are found at the head of the 
 drama, " A. D. 1300 " is mentioned as the time in which the 
 second Act takes place. This is meant to comprise the whole 
 era, which was one of the greatest importance to the develop- 
 ment and progress of the human race. It was the time when 
 the Church of Rome had reached the climax of its power; 
 when new ideas were taking root, and were stirring the minds 
 of men ; when art and literature put forth fresh shoots and 
 blossoms, and the spiritual legacies of the antique world — 
 spurned so long in the triumphant march of the newer civiliza- 
 tion — became patent once more and acted like a new leaven. 
 
 Page 230. The Youth. 
 
 In him we easily recognize Dante, the greatest genius of 
 the age. In Scene IV. we meet him once more as "The 
 Poet." 
 
 Page 231. 
 The gate of Dis. 
 Dis is another name for Pluton, the Greek God of the 
 nether world. 
 
 Page 232. Medusa. 
 
 Medusa, the Gorgon of old, was of a wondrously dazzling 
 beauty, but whosoever looked in her face was transformed 
 into stone. The name is fittingly chosen for her, who would 
 grasp all things, and compel them to her sole service. 
 
 Page 240. 
 A favor on a helm, — a tourney's crown ! 
 
 In this line and the following ones Pyrrha refers to the chiv- 
 alrous display of the Knights and Minnesingers, which was 
 empty of true regard for woman, whilst seeming to confer 
 
NOTES. 341 
 
 honors upon her. Farther on, in the same passage, she con- 
 tinues to feel as a degradation the spiritual servitude of women 
 in cloisters, in spite of the sanctity which, in return for it, is 
 bestowed on them. 
 
 Page 241. 
 The winds of earth are wafting to atidfro 
 The ashes of great lives. 
 
 Dissension was rife within the Church and without. More 
 than one powerful mind had already arisen in opposition to 
 its despotism and sore abuses, and had been crushed by flame 
 and torture. Arnold of Brescia for such endeavor was burnt 
 in Rome, in 11 55. The French monk Abelard, famous for 
 his learning, was persecuted relentlessly his whole life long 
 for the liberal theological views he entertained and taught. 
 
 Page 245. 
 — where C(zsar''s crown. 
 Descending, stopped when Tibiir^s Sibyl spake. 
 
 When Augustus thought of making himself Roman em- 
 peror, he consulted the Tiburtine Sibyl in regard to his proba- 
 ble success. The Sibyl then showed him the future in a vis- 
 ion. She bade him look up, and there he beheld the Caesar's 
 crown he coveted, hovering, not over him but over a lowly 
 child, lying in a manger. 
 
 Page 246. The Painter. 
 
 He is no other than Giotto, the friend of Dante, whose 
 youthful likeness he has left us on the wall of the Bargello, at 
 Florence. Giotto was the regenerator of art, who freed it 
 from the bondage of the stiff forms of the Byzantine school, 
 and restored movement to the human figure. 
 
 Page 246. 
 Yet for thee there pleads no crownless Muse. 
 
 Medusa comforts herself not only with the fact that the 
 Muses no longer wear the crown of divinity, but that there is 
 not even a separate Muse, whom the painter can invoke. 
 
342 NOTES. 
 
 Page 247. 
 First of the triple triads. 
 
 The author follows the example of Classic Art in introduc- 
 ing the Muses in groups of three. A triad is of frequent oc- 
 currence in mythological formations. There being nine Muses, 
 they are represented either as a triple triad, or in pairs, in 
 which latter case one of the Muses appears as the leader of 
 the whole chorus, — or she forms the centre, connecting thus 
 the two half-choruses. There was no set schedule for such 
 combinations : the poet or the artist was left free to form 
 them as it suited the purposes of his art. The author of our 
 drama has availed himself of this. He introduces as the first 
 triad the Muses expressive of the gladsome enjoyment of the 
 passing moment — of Music, of frolicksome Comedy, and of 
 the Dance. The next triad is led by the tragic Muse, denoting 
 thereby its serious tenor. Linked with Melpomene are the 
 Muses of Song and lyric Poetry. This triad is followed by 
 the Muses of epic Poetry and of History, independent and 
 apart from whom stands Urania, the Muse of applicable Sci- 
 ence, as the most potent of all — the only one who terrifies 
 Medusa. 
 
 Page 250. 
 — What Lamia lingers here ? 
 
 The author himself gives the explanation of "Lamia "in 
 one of his " Notes " to the Second Part of " Faust." 
 
 " The original Lamia, the daughter of Belus and Libia, 
 was beloved by Jupiter, and then transformed, through Juno's 
 jealousy, into a hideous, child-devouring monster. Lilith, the 
 nocturnal female vampire of the Hebrews, mentioned in Isaiah, 
 is rendered Lamia in the Vulgate. In the plural they appear 
 to have corresponded, very nearly, to the witches of the Mid- 
 dle Ages, who, indeed, were then frequently called Lamice. 
 Keats's poem of ' Lamia,' in which the bride, recognized 
 by the keen-eyed sage, returns to her original serpent-form, 
 represents another of the superstitions attached to the race." 
 
NOTES. 343 
 
 ACT III. 
 Page 260. Poet. 
 In him we see the representative of modern Lyric Poetry 
 in its relation to Nature. He is no longer indifferent to her, 
 as were the poets of ages gone by. He has recognized her 
 beauties ; he loves her, and is in sympathy with her aspects 
 and moods. He appeals to Mother Earth, and is heard. 
 Gaea now proclaims herself "a Soul," and explts. 
 
 Page 262. 
 Ye highly live, more awful in the spell 
 Of unseen loveliness ! 
 
 In the passage commencing thus we are reminded of Schil- 
 ler's poem of " The Gods of Greece," in which he laments 
 the loss of that time when — 
 
 — " of Poesie the veil enchanted 
 Sweetly o'er the form of Truth was thrown." 
 
 The author of our drama, in the lines before us, draws quite 
 another conclusion from that which Schiller sets forth in his 
 beautiful poem ; and we feel very much inclined to accept this 
 speech of Gaea as an answer to the following verses of Schil- 
 ler, taken from the above-mentioned poem. In singing of all 
 the fair forms of Nature that are no more, he says that then — 
 
 " Misty Oreads dwelt on yonder mountains ; 
 In this tree the Dryad made her home; 
 Where the Naiads held the urns of fountains, 
 Sprang the streams in silver foam. 
 
 " From these rushes Syrinx once was crying. 
 From this forest Philomela's pain. 
 For her daughter Proserpine, the mighty 
 
 Ceres wept beside the river's fall ; 
 Here, upon these hills, did Aphrodite 
 Vainly on Adonis call. 
 
 " Meads and woods are lifeless, hushed the voices, 
 And I seek divinities in vain ; 
 
344 NOTES. 
 
 Of that world where nature bright rejoices, 
 
 But the shadow we retain. 
 Heaven's vault I scan, the stars in motion, — 
 
 Thee Selene, I can find no more. 
 And my cries to forest and to ocean 
 
 Echo from a desolate shore ! " 
 
 Page 278. 
 Yield itp thy spells to one wJio sa'iu thee pass 
 Through the dusk halls where- Aniun-Ra was lord, 
 Or Nile-borne on thy barque of flowers I 
 The ark formed a conspicuous feature in the religious cere- 
 monies of ancient Egypt. It sometimes had the shape of a 
 boat, and sometimes that of a shrine, and was used to receive 
 the image of the deity when carried about in grand proces- 
 sion. Such was the case during the sacred mysteries of 
 Amun-Ra, the Sun-God of Thebes and Heliopolis (the On of 
 the Bible), and during those of Osiris, which were the most 
 solemn of all. The latter rites were celebrated each year in 
 rejoicing for the inundation of the Nile and the new life that 
 sprung up from it. The ark of the God, who had been dead 
 and was now resuscitated, was then seen floating on the Nile, 
 in a festive bark, trimmed and entwined with garlands of flow- 
 ers. 
 
 Page 278. 
 Symbol of Fire, the oldest, holiest ! 
 In the remotest Past, when on the high table-land of Asia 
 men knew of no other deity than the life-giving Fire of the 
 sun, the cross was worshipped as its emblem. 
 
 Pages 290 and 291. 
 And aspiration, trying lonely wings, 
 Escapes the ancient arrow I 
 We have an allusion here to the myth of Icarus. His 
 father, Daedalus, having made wings for him which he fast- 
 ened to his shoulders by means of wax, warned him not to 
 soar too high. But the youth, unmindful of this counsel, rose 
 up higher and higher into the ether, until he came near the 
 
NOTES. 345 
 
 chariot of the sun, whence Apollo, drivmg along the vault of 
 heaven, espied him. Incensed at this presumptuous daring of 
 a mortal, he shot one of his arrows at him, and, pierced to 
 death, the poor youth sank until the waves of the /Egean 
 Sea covered him. 
 
 After Act III. there is no occasion for any further explana- 
 tory notes ; for the fourth and concluding Act being of a 
 purely imaginative and ideal character, the reader will need 
 no other guide than his own mind. 
 
 THE END.